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Poetry
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- Editor: Klauzenberg, John
- Newspaper: The Eastern Echo volume 12
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- Date: 09 Fall 1966
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Poetry
PERSONAL QUOTES
There are certain things devoid of reason; the insolubles a forever aching (and each of us can make selection). However, if the inverse was true, a perfection would reign negating any effort for at- tainment, and this condition worse than the other: Doctors need the sick, just as penologists need prisoners.
Anyone who writes, a nobody writer, a prosaic hack, or an established professional, has beliefs or ideas that come and go. The pattern isn’t fixed, but a constant flux; yet, the overall pattern is static. That is, change within the framework only, as are the varied responses to gravity. Its force includes all.
Thus, a seeking, an expressing of what it is to the writer. There are never conclusions—can never be.
The arch enemy is boredom, unseen, but fiercely palpable. A palling sameness, an infinite circle: The anodyne is action, but even this becomes entrapped, all too soon wearing the mantle of heavy repetition.
This enemy is never defeated, it is pacified, kept at bay, just as the Arab’s sun is neutralized. It is folly to fight it, the sole recourse is in protective measures.
Each of us has a mountain to climb, and to those who do there is a view, and this view is singular for no two views are the same. It is this inseparable chasm that forever separates humanity, bequeathing immu- table isolation.
Conversely, and richly so, it is this same chasm that permits of life’s beatitudes; the mystery of each other and the seeking of that unknowingness; the gifts of each and the giving of; and the unavoidable truth that no one belongs to another, and the sharing, if be, decreed freely.
—Joseph Cotter
FAULTS
When you see and admit a fault you thereby take a giant step toward its overcoming. You your- self become stronger, more understanding of others, and better able to cope with whatever crises arise in your life.
On the other hand, faults ignored, suppressed, and thus rejected, gain power, like the power of steam confined in a boiler. Or again, they are like nettles, apt to be very annoying—unless you can grasp them firmly.
It is best not to talk about your faults to others, unless there is some compelling reason for so doing. It is best not to magnify your faults. Compared to your total personality they are small. Be satisfied that every individual has his faults, be they large or small ones. When you admit to them, only then ean there be understanding of one’s self and others.
—Chas. J. Johnson
CONSCIENCE OF HOPE
In the silence of night We often hear A soul crying From the dark and drear.
We walk through the mist, And look all around; With only to see a stone, And a fresh made mound.
The person within, Has realized too late; And now he must suffer His terrible fate!
You stop to listen; And hope to gain Some knowledge that life Ts not all in vain.
He tells you his story ; Tho strange it may be; But suddenly you realize This sinner sounds just like me.
Tho-he never sinned In the sight of many, He not once sought a seat On God’s right hand.
So think this over; What he neglected to do, Cause some day this sinner May turn out to be you.
—Martin H. Nonnemocher
