SOLD - 1957 Story & Clark Console Piano
Mahogany Beauty
This console piano has a beautiful cabinet and is in really good condition. Our tuner looked at it and did not see any repair needed. Come by and play. FOR A LIMITED TIME this piano is 25% off the listed price of $700. Come by today and get a great deal!
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Revenge, Revanche, VENDETTA!!!!
*Photo by "Picasso" (edited)
Sonnet CXLIX
"Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
When I against myself with thee partake?
Do I not think on thee, when I forgot
Am of myself, all tyrant, for thy sake?
Who hateth thee that I do call my friend?
On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon?
Nay, if thou lour'st on me, do I not spend
Revenge upon myself with present moan?
What merit do I in myself respect,
That is so proud thy service to despise,
When all my best doth worship thy defect,
Commanded by the motion of thine eyes?
But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind;
Those that can see thou lovest, and I am blind. "
poem by William Shakespeare
"Revenge (...) consists primarily of retaliation against a person or group in response to a perceived wrongdoing. (...) Revenge resemble or echo the concept of justice (...). The goal of revenge usually consists of forcing the perceived wrongdoer to suffer the same pain that was originally inflicted."
in Wikipedia
Sonnet CXLIX
"Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
When I against myself with thee partake?
Do I not think on thee, when I forgot
Am of myself, all tyrant, for thy sake?
Who hateth thee that I do call my friend?
On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon?
Nay, if thou lour'st on me, do I not spend
Revenge upon myself with present moan?
What merit do I in myself respect,
That is so proud thy service to despise,
When all my best doth worship thy defect,
Commanded by the motion of thine eyes?
But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind;
Those that can see thou lovest, and I am blind. "
poem by William Shakespeare
SOLD - Art Deco Steinway "Victory" piano - $2750
What can one say? It's a Steinway! Regularly tuned and cared for. Extraordinarily brilliant sound. Serial #315973.
History: Manufactured in New York on April 26, 1944 and was sold on that same day to the War Dept. in Washington D.C. It was then shipped to Transfer Officer, Philadelphia Quartermaster Depot. Very few of these were made (estimated 1000) and their sturdiness made them a perfect instrument to entertain the troops during USO shows on naval ships.
What can one say? It's a Steinway! Regularly tuned and cared for. Extraordinarily brilliant sound. Serial #315973.
History: Manufactured in New York on April 26, 1944 and was sold on that same day to the War Dept. in Washington D.C. It was then shipped to Transfer Officer, Philadelphia Quartermaster Depot. Very few of these were made (estimated 1000) and their sturdiness made them a perfect instrument to entertain the troops during USO shows on naval ships.
Repentance
"The wolf was sick, he vowed a monk to be: But when he got well, a wolf once more was he." - Walter Brower
Repentance
"If you repent," the Parson said,"
Your sins will be forgiven.
Aye, even on your dying bed
You're not too late for heaven."
That's just my cup of tea, I thought,
Though for my sins I sorrow;
Since salvation is easy bought
I will repent . . . to-morrow.
To-morrow and to-morrow went,
But though my youth was flying,
I was reluctant to repent,
having no fear of dying.
'Tis plain, I mused, the more I sin,
(To Satan's jubilation)
When I repent the more I'll win
Celestial approbation.
So still I sin, and though I fail
To get snow-whitely shriven,
My timing's good: I home to hail
The last bus up to heaven.
poem by Robert Service
Photo by António M Pinto, "Escadaria para o Céu"
"noun
A feeling of regret for one's sins or misdeeds: compunction, contriteness, contrition, penitence, penitency, remorse, remorsefulness, rue. Theology attrition. See regret/impenitence."
in http://www.answers.com
"noun
A feeling of regret for one's sins or misdeeds: compunction, contriteness, contrition, penitence, penitency, remorse, remorsefulness, rue. Theology attrition. See regret/impenitence."
in http://www.answers.com
Repentance
"If you repent," the Parson said,"
Your sins will be forgiven.
Aye, even on your dying bed
You're not too late for heaven."
That's just my cup of tea, I thought,
Though for my sins I sorrow;
Since salvation is easy bought
I will repent . . . to-morrow.
To-morrow and to-morrow went,
But though my youth was flying,
I was reluctant to repent,
having no fear of dying.
'Tis plain, I mused, the more I sin,
(To Satan's jubilation)
When I repent the more I'll win
Celestial approbation.
So still I sin, and though I fail
To get snow-whitely shriven,
My timing's good: I home to hail
The last bus up to heaven.
poem by Robert Service
Boredom
"Boredom is a state of mind in which one interprets one's environment as dull, tedious, and lacking stimuli. There is an inherent anxiety in boredom; people will expend considerable effort to prevent or remedy it, yet in many circumstances it is accepted as an inevitable suffering to be endured. A common way to escape boredom is through creative thoughts or daydreaming.
(...)
Time often seems to move more slowly to someone who experiences boredom; this results from the way in which the human mind measures the passage of time, combined with the infrequency of events perceived as notable."
in Wikipedia
(...)
Time often seems to move more slowly to someone who experiences boredom; this results from the way in which the human mind measures the passage of time, combined with the infrequency of events perceived as notable."
in Wikipedia
Bored
All those times I was bored
out of my mind. Holding the log
while he sawed it. Holding
the string while he measured, boards,
distances between things, or pounded
stakes into the ground for rows and rows
of lettuces and beets, which I then (bored)
weeded. Or sat in the back
of the car, or sat still in boats,
sat, sat, while at the prow, stern, wheel
he drove, steered, paddled. It
wasn't even boredom, it was looking,
looking hard and up close at the small
details. Myopia. The worn gunwales,
the intricate twill of the seat
cover. The acid crumbs of loam, the granular
pink rock, its igneous veins, the sea-fans
of dry moss, the blackish and then the graying
bristles on the back of his neck.
Sometimes he would whistle, sometimes
I would. The boring rhythm of doing
things over and over, carrying
the wood, drying
the dishes. Such minutiae. It's what
the animals spend most of their time at,
ferrying the sand, grain by grain, from their tunnels,
shuffling the leaves in their burrows. He pointed
such things out, and I would look
at the whorled texture of his square finger, earth under
the nail. Why do I remember it as sunnier
all the time then, although it more often
rained, and more birdsong?
I could hardly wait to get
the hell out of there to
anywhere else. Perhaps though
boredom is happier. It is for dogs or
groundhogs. Now I wouldn't be bored.
Now I would know too much.
Now I would know.
Poem by Margaret Atwood
Loneliness
"The most terrible poverty is loneliness and the feeling of being unloved." — Mother Teresa (1910-1998)
*Photo by "Picasso"
"They're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinking alone. "
Billy Joel, "Piano Man", Piano Man (1973)
"Loneliness is an emotional state in which a person experiences a powerful feeling of emptiness and isolation. Loneliness is more than just the feeling of wanting company or wanting to do something with another person. Loneliness is a feeling of being cut off, disconnected and alienated from other people. The lonely person may find it difficult or even impossible to have any form of meaningful human contact. Lonely people often experience a subjective sense of inner emptiness or hollowness, with feelings of separation or isolation from the world."
in Wikipedia
Loneliness
Being apart and lonely is like rain.
It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains;
from flat places, rolling and remote, it climbs
to heaven, which is its old abode.
And only when leaving heaven drops upon the city.
It rains down on us in those twittering
hours when the streets turn their faces to the dawn,
and when two bodies who have found nothing,
dissapointed and depressed, roll over;
and when two people who despise each other
have to sleep together in one bed-
that is when loneliness receives the rivers...
Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
"They're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinking alone. "
Billy Joel, "Piano Man", Piano Man (1973)
"Loneliness is an emotional state in which a person experiences a powerful feeling of emptiness and isolation. Loneliness is more than just the feeling of wanting company or wanting to do something with another person. Loneliness is a feeling of being cut off, disconnected and alienated from other people. The lonely person may find it difficult or even impossible to have any form of meaningful human contact. Lonely people often experience a subjective sense of inner emptiness or hollowness, with feelings of separation or isolation from the world."
in Wikipedia
Loneliness
Being apart and lonely is like rain.
It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains;
from flat places, rolling and remote, it climbs
to heaven, which is its old abode.
And only when leaving heaven drops upon the city.
It rains down on us in those twittering
hours when the streets turn their faces to the dawn,
and when two bodies who have found nothing,
dissapointed and depressed, roll over;
and when two people who despise each other
have to sleep together in one bed-
that is when loneliness receives the rivers...
Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
SOLD - Kimball Console Grand
A very special instrument.
This is called a console grand because it is small like a console but has strings the length of a baby grand.
Thus generating a rich and full sound! The action is easy and the soundboard and pinblock are solid.
Bench included. Take it for a test run today.
$850
A very special instrument.
This is called a console grand because it is small like a console but has strings the length of a baby grand.
Thus generating a rich and full sound! The action is easy and the soundboard and pinblock are solid.
Bench included. Take it for a test run today.
$850
Righteous Indignation
*Foto de Augusto Tomé
"Righteous indignation is an emotion one feels when one becomes angry over perceived mistreatment, insult, or malice."
in Wikipedia
in Wikipedia
To the Whore who Took my Poems
some say we should keep personal remorse from the poem,
stay abstract, and there is some reason in this,
but jezus;
twelve poems gone and I don't keep carbons and you have
my
paintings too, my best ones; its stifling:
are you trying to crush me out like the rest of them?
why didn't you take my money? they usually do
from the sleeping drunken pants sick in the corner.
next time take my left arm or a fifty
but not my poems:
I'm not Shakespeare
but sometime simply
there won't be any more, abstract or otherwise;
there'll always be mony and whores and drunkards
down to the last bomb,
but as God said,
crossing his legs,
I see where I have made plenty of poets
but not so very much
poetry.
poem by Charles Bukowski
Fatigue
"The word fatigue is used in everyday living to describe a range of afflictions, varying from a general state of lethargy to a specific work-induced burning sensation within one's muscles. Physiologically, "fatigue" describes the inability to continue functioning at the level of one's normal abilities (...) due to an increased perception of effort (Enoka & Stuart 1992). Fatigue is ubiquitous in everyday life, but usually becomes particularly noticeable during heavy exercise."
in Wikipedia
in Wikipedia
"Tired and unhappy, you think of houses
Soft-carpeted and warm in the December evening,
While snow's white pieces fall past the window,
And the orange firelight leaps.
A young girl sings
That song of Gluck where Orpheus pleads with Death;
Her elders watch, nodding their happiness
To see time fresh again in her self-conscious eyes:
The servants bring in the coffee, the children go to bed,
Elder and younger yawn and go to bed,
The coals fade and glow, rose and ashen,
It is time to shake yourself! and break this
Banal dream, and turn your head
Where the underground is charged, where the weight
Of the lean building is seen,
Where close in the subway rush, anonymous
In the audience, well-dressed or mean,
So many surround you, ringing your fate,
Caught in an anger exact as a machine!"
poem by Delmore Schwartz
Lust
"Lust is any intense desire or craving for self gratification. Lust can mean strictly sexual lust, although it is also common to speak of a "lust for life", "lust for blood (bloodlust for short)", or a "lust for power" or other goals.
As a moral term, lust implies a sexual desire for its own sake, an erotic arousal and wish, or intense physical or sexual attraction or craving."
from Wikipedia
As a moral term, lust implies a sexual desire for its own sake, an erotic arousal and wish, or intense physical or sexual attraction or craving."
from Wikipedia
"I like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like,, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh....And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you quite so new"
poem by e.e. cummings
Acceptance
"Acceptance, in spirituality, mindfulness, and human psychology, usually refers to the experience of a situation without an intention to change that situation. Acceptance does not require that change is possible or even conceivable, nor does it require that the situation be desired or approved by those accepting it. Indeed, acceptance is often suggested when a situation is both disliked and unchangeable, or when change may be possible only at great cost or risk. (...) Thus someone may decide to take no action against a situation and yet be said to have not accepted it."
in Wikipedia
Acceptance
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud
And goes down burning into the gulf below,
No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud
At what has happened. Birds, at least must know
It is the change to darkness in the sky.
Murmuring something quiet in her breast,
One bird begins to close a faded eye;
Or overtaken too far from his nest,
Hurrying low above the grove, some waif
Swoops just in time to his remembered tree.
At most he thinks or twitters softly, 'Safe!
Now let the night be dark for all of me.
Let the night be too dark for me to see
Into the future. Let what will be, be.'
poem by Robert Frost
Hope
*foto de Nuno Milheiro
- "The belief that something wished for can happen. "
- "Something which may cause something hoped for to happen; source of hope."
in Wiktionary
"Hope is a belief in a positive outcome related to events and circumstances in one's life. Hope implies a certain amount of perseverance — i.e., believing that a positive outcome is possible even when there is some evidence to the contrary. "
To Hope
When by my solitary hearth I sit,
And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;
When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye" flit,
And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head!
Whene'er I wander, at the fall of night,
Where woven boughs shut out the moon's bright ray,
Should sad Despondency my musings fright,
And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away,
Peep with the moonbeams through the leafy roof,
And keep that fiend Despondence far aloof!
Should Disappointment, parent of Despair,
Strive for her son to seize my careless heart;
When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air,
Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart:
Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright,
And fright him as the morning frightens night!
Whene'er the fate of those I hold most dear
Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow,
O bright-eyed Hope, my morbidfancy cheer;
Let me awhile thy sweetest comforts borrow:
Thy heaven-born radiance around me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head!
Should e'er unhappy love my bosom pain,
From cruel parents, or relentless fair;
O let me think it is not quite in vain
To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air!
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head!
In the long vista of the years to roll,
Let me not see our country's honour fade:
O let me see our land retain her soul,
Her pride, her freedom; and not freedom's shade.
From thy bright eyes unusual brightness shed
Beneath thy pinions canopy my head!
Let me not see the patriot's high bequest,
Great Liberty! how great in plain attire!
With the base purple of a court oppress'd,
Bowing her head, and ready to expire:
But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings
That fill the skies with silver glitterings!
And as, in sparkling majesty, a star
Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud;
Brightening the half veil'd face of heaven afar:
So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud,
Sweet Hope, celestial influence round me shed,
Waving thy silver pinions o'er my head!
poem by John Keats
SOLD - Chickering spinet piano - $650
Chickering is a good brand and this little piano lives up to its name.
The key tops are original ivory in surprisingly good condition -- bright with no chips. The action is fine, the inside is clean and the wood shows little wear. Over all, a very well preserved instrument.
Anxiety
Anxiety is an unpleasant emotional state that involves a complex combination of emotions that include fear, apprehension, and worry. It is often accompanied by physical sensations such as heart palpitations, nausea, chest pain, shortness of breath, or tension headache.
(from Wikipedia)
Ghazal 314
You who are not kept anxiously awake for love's sake, sleep on.
In restless search for that river, we hurry along;
you whose heart such anxiety has not disturbed, sleep on.
Love's place is out beyond the many separate sects;
since you love choosing and excluding, sleep on.
Love's dawn cup is our sunrise, his dusk our supper;
you whose longing is for sweets and whose passion is for supper, sleep on.
In search of the philosopher's stone, we are melting like copper;
you whose philosopher's stone is cushion and pillow, sleep on.
I have abandoned hope for my brain and head; you who wish for
a clear head and fresh brain, sleep on.
I have torn speech like a tattered robe and let words go;
you who are still dressed in your clothes, sleep on.
Translated by Jack Marshall
Arabian Nights Coffeehouse Press, October 1986
*Photo: Rui J. Santos
Saudade
"The famous saudade of the Portuguese is a vague and constant desire for
something that does not and probably cannot exist, for something other than the
present, a turning towards the past or towards the future; not an active
discontent or poignant sadness but an indolent dreaming wistfulness."A.F.G. Bell
*Foto por Renato Marques
"Tomorrow"-whose location
"Tomorrow"—whose location
The Wise deceives
Though its hallucination
Is last that leaves—
Tomorrow—thou Retriever
Of every tare—
Of Alibi art thou
Or ownest where?
poem by Emily Dickinson
SOLD - A rich sound eminates from this beautiful Aeolian spinet piano!
The name Aeolian was known the world over in connection with musical instruments in the late nineteenth and throughout much of the twentieth century. The cabinet and the keys on this piano are in very good condition. It should provide years of quality service and enjoyment.
$600
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