Sublime Rime: July 2013

Friday, July 5, 2013

Patapsco 100 Race This Weekend!

The Inaugural Patapsco 100 is this coming Sunday July 7th, 2013! I will be posting a Garmin Live Track to Facebook and Twitter during the event so Log In to catch up on the action!

Weekly Quote...

"For over a thousand years, Roman conquerors returning from the wars enjoyed the honor of a triumph - a tumultuous parade. In the procession came trumpeters and musicians and strange animals from the conquered territories, together with carts laden with treasure and captured armaments. The conqueror rode in a triumphal chariot, the dazed prisoners walking in chains before him. Sometimes his children, robed in white, stood with him in the chariot, or rode the trace horses. A slave stood behind the conqueror, holding a golden crown, and whispering in his ear a warning: that all glory is fleeting."

-Exerpt from the motion picture Patton

Weekly Rime....

For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honoured of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers;
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!

-Exerpt from Alfred Lord Tennyson's Ulysses

Weekly Lyrics... 40K TT Motivation!

That's great, it starts with an earthquake
Birds and snakes, an aeroplane, Lenny Bruce is not afraid
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn
World serves its own needs, regardless of your own needs
Feed it up a knock, speed, grunt no, strength no
Ladder structure clatter with fear of height, down height
Wire in a fire, represent the seven games
In a government for hire and a combat site
Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies
Breathing down your neck...

-Exerpt from R.E.M.'s It's The End Of The World As We Know It

Weekly Rime....

Michaux Curse Passage:

V. What The Thunder Said

...Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl...

-exerpt from T. S. Eliot's The Waste Land

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