KBHR Cicely Alaska: Philosophy, Art & Literature


James Joyce - A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
James Joyce - Ulysses


A Site for Hegemonic Struggle by Jennifer Gatzke

Mythology of the Global Ccommunity by Annette M. Taylor and David Upchurch
 Near your breastbone there is
an open flower.
Drink the honey that is all
around that flower.
Waves are coming in:
There is so much
magnificence near the ocean!
Listen: Sound of big
seashells! Sound of bells!
Kabir says: Friend, listen this
is what I have to say:
The Guest I love is inside me!

  Ah!  Up then from the ground sprang I
 And hailed the earth with such a cry
 As is not heard save from a man
 Who has been dead, and lives again.
 About the trees my arms I wound;
 Like one gone mad I hugged the ground;
 I raised my quivering arms on high;
 I laughed and laughed into the sky,

    Edna St. Vincent Millay


Walt Whitman - Leaves of Grass

Poetry compiled by Kevin Wright from Culture NX


The Confessions of Saint Augustine

Leo Tolstoy - War and Peace
But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, still, alone, more fragile, but with more vitality, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls, ready to remind us, waiting and hoping for their moment, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unfaltering, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.

Marcel Proust - Remembrance of Things Past
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura,
che' la diritta via era smarrita.

Ahi quanto a dir qual era e' cosa dura
esta selva selvaggia e aspra e forte
che nel pensier rinova la paura!

Tant'e' amara che poco e' piu' morte;

Fyodor Dostoyevsky - Crime and Punishment
Fyodor Dostoyevsky - Notes from the Underground

Dante - The Divine Comedy

In dreams begin responsibilities, so wrote the poet. So it is perhaps. Could it be we take our dreams too lightly, those images from places unknown? Could they in fact be angels in flight, our souls aloft? You know, recent experiences have made yours truly take another pass through the metaphysical thickets. As unlikely as it may sound in this rational age, I emerged on the side of those that cannot help but put their faith in that which cannot be easily explained. Be open to your dreams people. Embrace that distant shore. Cause our mortal journey is over all too soon. Chris Stevens Cicely Alaska 97 AM KBHR

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