Shakespeare’s Othello, written (1603), is the tragedy of sexual jealousy. The play opens with Iago’s manipulative duplicity at a street in Venice at night. A Venetian army ensign, Iago is bitter that Cassio, his junior be promoted over him to the position of a Lieutenant. Iago complains to Roderigo... Sign in to see full entry.
Antony and Cleopatra (1606) is one of Shakespeare’s great historical tragic love stories, but the impression left us at the close of the play can scarcely be called purely tragic. This is because the feeling of reconciliation, which mingles with the obviously tragic, is here exceptionally... Sign in to see full entry.
A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness; A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction; An erring lace, which here and there Enthrals the crimson stomacher; A cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribands to flow confusedly; A winning wave, deserving note, In the tempestuous... Sign in to see full entry.
Come nights in my desolate dunes My ears begin to hear sweet dulcet tunes On the distant horizon I see a beauty chaste Silhouetted amid the starry haze Dazzling unharried and unhurried She walks daintily her daily lazy rounds Through the recesses Of my imaginary grounds? Lost and absorbed in some... Sign in to see full entry.
The Vedas had propounded aeons (aeon in Gnostistism means a spirit-being emanating from Godhead) ago that all manifestation is derived from an ultimate principle of spiritual consciousness - the one and only existent form of eternity - the Void. In that sense, can Void be taken to be the Creator, or... Sign in to see full entry.
In the days of the old, it so happened that men on earth started paying homage less and less to the temple of Aphrodite; it went increasingly unprayed and its altar uncleaned from neglect. Many a times not even the incense sticks were burned. Venus, the goddess of beauty to the Greeks, as Aphrodite,... Sign in to see full entry.
W HEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloom’d, And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night, I mourn’d—and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring. O ever-returning spring! trinity sure to me you bring; Lilac blooming perennial, and drooping star in the west, 5 And thought of him... Sign in to see full entry.
The inherent resident quarter of all human beings is universal: a body is otherwise a corpse without the spirit as its body-current or the life-giving force. At the outside, the body is one extremity; in between are progresssively, the layers of our diffentiated existence -- the mind (emotions,... Sign in to see full entry.
Last Sunday, we went strolling in the inclement weather, cold, windy and cloudy, along the Golden Gate Bridge, a weather which I so thoroughly savour. Here is a poem I wrote long ago, with certain changes to fit with my imaginings. Hope you all too, enjoy. Walking along the Golden Gate North... Sign in to see full entry.
I have meditated somewhat on the word 'Repent' and on the Truth of the Christian Faith that it'll reach one to the doors of heaven? Astonishingly, I found also a lot on this one very thought in the Hindu scriptures, not only in its understandable limits but to its beyond. Here is what I could... Sign in to see full entry.