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This poem was composed in 1802 for a merry party that used to meet each year at Goethe’s house, so I’m posting it now, on the eve of the new year, as is right and proper. (*Raises a glass and wishes one and all of her fine friends and followers the very best with bells on for 2017 (*bemoans the lack of the promised tinfoil suits and flying cars from her youth wanting her money back forthwith*) Good luck folks, (we might need it) *blows a kiss*
ON THE NEW YEAR.
FATE now allows us,
‘Twixt the departing
And the upstarting,
Happy to be;
And at the call of
Memory cherish’d,
Future and perish’d
Moments we see.
Seasons of anguish,–
Ah, they must ever
Truth from woe sever,
Love and joy part;
Days still more worthy
Soon will unite us,
Fairer songs light us,
Strength’ning the heart.
We, thus united,
Think of, with gladness,
Rapture and sadness,
Sorrow now flies.
Oh, how mysterious
Fortune’s direction!
Old the connection,
New-born the prize!
Thank, for this, Fortune,
Wavering blindly!
Thank all that kindly
Fate may bestow!
Revel in change’s
Impulses clearer,
Love far sincerer,
More heartfelt glow!
Over the old one,
Wrinkles collected,
Sad and dejected,
Others may view;
But, on us gently
Shineth a true one,
And to the new one
We, too, are new.
As a fond couple
‘Midst the dance veering,
First disappearing,
Then reappear,
So let affection
Guide thro’ life’s mazy
Pathways so hazy
Into the year!
1802. – (or rather 2017)
Esme's Cloud 
I am not much for poetry, but I think I got the geist. Blowing sky kisses upwards to the cloud. Best wishes. Hugs
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The feeling was there and that’s the goal with poetry, to make one feel. It’s a little long winded for my taste too, but I like his enthusiasm for the subject laughs
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All the best to you, too! May Veles bless your 2017 with a troupe of singing long eared jerboas!
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Hahahahaha, fantastic, the best of blessings and furry long eared critters singing, thank you good sir!
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May you have a most wonderful 2017!!! And may be it just ever so slightly less wonderful than it shall be for me 😀
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Hahahaha, I expected no less! Thank you dearie for you lovely words, I shall have a few sharp ones with the Gods (all 4,816 of them) if things don’t buck a bit! We must fly smiling into the dubious future nods besming broadly and kissing his cheek, I hope you and Mike have the best year yet. x
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Esme, Tubularsock really doesn’t want to break this to you after all these “years” but there is no “new” year. There wasn’t back in 1802 and there isn’t one today. Partly because there isn’t TODAY!
Tubularsock realizes that you being a sentient cloud presents certain problems for “reality” but there isn’t THAT either. Ones “reality” based on the “senses” is as much of a lie as one basing their “reality” on one’s mind.
And of course the reason for all of this is because we are rarely “conscious”. If ever! In the dream in which we seemed to be locked within we just continue only within a “perceived” conscious state.
So to wish you a Happy New Year is a futile effort but Tubularsock always enjoys walking up hill so Tubularsock extends this wish even though it doesn’t exist. Cheers!
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Yes esme knows that, and you know that, but . . . looks from side to side all shifty-like – there’ll be pandemonium if everyone catches on at once. At present esme resides in billions of other universes at different points in this ‘time’ as it’s called and the aliens who have us all locked in the ‘dream’ are having a fine time at our expense as they sit with their cosmic game consoles wondering what might happen if everyone works it out. Thank you for the nonexistent sentiment Mr Tubular! As ever, you have been a joy to read and receive up here on the Cloud.
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Happy new year, Ducs. Mmm. “Kindly fate”- a minority view, but, why not?
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Thanks me dear, may a “kindly fate” befall us both in 2017!
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Ooh! Sticky bun!
Have a Tunnocks Teacake, my dear. Best teacakes in the known universe.
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Ahh yes, they were a staple of my youth! These days I make my own sticky cakes, and last night’s banana and chocolate chip one was so good all I intend doing today (in a queenly fashion mind) is eating cake. Decadent and highly enjoyable, right up to point it isn’t any more. I find the same thing happens with eating cake mix before it’s been baked. Esme has terrible habits but knows she can trust Clare to keep them safe.
esme and Clare enjoying a variety of sticky cakes whilst drinking some twinnings tea upon the Cloud
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“Lord Almighty”
Those are the words I spoke. Out loud? Perhaps, I cannot now recall (shaking, as I am, (as I have been constantly since that fateful day) with foreboding at what lies ahead in this year we call 2017) Yes, that’s right. “we call”, you and I, everyone I know, probably everyone you know, are told to call it 2017. And, not just told either. It’s demanded! Try getting along in this world calling it another year. Go on, do it. I dare you. You’ll be laughed at. Ridiculed. People may even treat you as “insignificant or peripheral”. Jesus, can you imagine? Devastating. So, maybe you shouldn’t try it. Wouldn’t want to cause any waves. Never know what, in this day and age (see above ‘foreboding’), what the repercussions could be.
Anyway, the whole point of me even leaving a comment (on this your first post of 2017(!)(?))was to wish you a blessed new year, and then go on to explain how (for reasons of little interest) I researched (with the aid of the internet) how the word ‘blessed’ would be pronounced as I used it above. And, while, originally, my detailed description of this would have been ‘one for the ages’ I soon realized it would serve best to sum it up with the following words found on a web site where individuals discuss things such as this at all hours of the day and night.
“Pronouncing the second syllable sounds archaic, I’ve only heard it used in recitations of old poetry or in clichés presumably derived from old literature of that sort.”
The President and Foreboding
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esme rugby tackles the President and Founder to the floor as she’s so pleased to see him, then pulls him back up, dusts him down and finds his hat
Thank you Mr President, (not sung but hummed afterwards), for your blessings and warnings! Always prudent to be prudent in regards to beggaring about with names and numbers of (apparently) specific years (and prunes too. Prudence with prunes is a necessity, mostly because they taste bloody horrible). So close to peril was esme as well, for I was toying** with defiantly calling the year ‘Mauve’ instead of 2017. Just to put the wind up ‘them‘ of course.
So I thank you twice (fold, folded and folded again, and made into a small origami daffodil that she pops into his hatband) with gusto (waves at her henchman Gusto who is looming in a corner)
**sits down and places a small tin box on the floor of the Cloud in front of her crossed knees (no hands or bumps-a-daisy), and begins to wind a large key in the side. After two hours and four minutes (approximately, don’t tie me down (dodgy connotations with Kangaroos that can no longer be made aside aside))have passed, the lid of the box bursts open and a mechanical apple with a small ladder under its arm climbs out, places the ladder against esme’s left knee and climbs up, (eventually) to the top of her head where it unrolls a scroll and holds it up for the P and F to see. It says – ”May the Gods and all Medium sized Dogs treat you and your assistant so well this year that you build a time travel machine purely in order to come back to this very point in time and live it all over again!’- (A time machine appears in front of them both and from within exits another President and Founder – he says “There can only be one!” to himself, punches himself in the face and drags his original self back into the time machine, pressing a few pertinent buttons. The machine disappears and he says “I’ll give Mauve one more chance”.
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‘Let Us Not Kid Ourselves’
Reflections on the old year lit by the flame of hope that is the new
by The President and Founder
2016, for many, if not for me personally, was a tough year. Countless worried, some suffered and a number of beloved figures from the entertainment industry were not fortunate enough to see the years end. I cannot recall how it all started, the year 2016 that is, though, if I were really interested it would be easy enough to find out through only the small effort required in ‘Googling’ it. But, why bother? “Laisser passer l’eau sous les ponts” as the French say, it’s just ‘water under the bridge’ after all and unlikely, if not completely impossible, that certain unforeseen results of those forgotten actions will come back to ‘bite us on the ass’.
P.S. I do know for certain and without doubt that in 2017 I plan on using your comment section as a kind of auxiliary blog for the dissemination of various ‘ideas’ I wish to impress upon the people. I have a feeling it’s going to be ‘good fun’ and result in a great many’s estimation of you growing as a result.
You’re welcome
-The President and Founder
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“Laisser passer l’eau sous les ponts” as the French say, it’s just ‘water under the bridge’ – For Pooh sticks, that’s the the part that passes some people by with water under bridges (Jeff, Beau and Lloyd all being fine examples) – you can’t play Pooh sticks without it! And the French knew that (or didn’t at all and were just getting over excited about their ‘esses’), just as much as you and I! I believe it was Marcel Marceau who said “Toujours jouer Pooh Sticks!” on his imaginary deathbed whilst miming an impressive Pooh.
“I plan on using your comment section as a kind of auxiliary blog for the dissemination of various ‘ideas’ I wish to impress upon the people” – Let the editing begin! Hahahahaha. I am of course chuffed to little mint balls – (not beans, that’s ridiculous); see the following which has vital information regarding ‘the chuff’ –
http://www.bbcamerica.com/anglophenia/2011/09/frasers-phrases-chuffed
I’ve been meaning to inflate many of the audiences estimate of esme for some time, yet all efforts with a bicycle pump has brought naught but titters to the table, so feel free to release the fun President and Founder (no animal balloons allowed).
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So let it be written; so let it be done
The President and Founder
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Happy New Year Esme. Humongous hugs to you for 2017☁️
Val sitting up tall, looking up to cloud smiling and waving ….
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And to you too Val, thank you for bringing your own minuscule cloud today! – laughs
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Happy New Year to you, too.
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Thankee kindly good sir. May your robes remain white, your beard silky soft and your bolt of lightening sharp as hell. – nods
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Mmmm… and wishing your Lady a most FABULOUS happy New Year! (raises his glass in return)
I too love Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. He had a most wise summation of this theater and cast I think…
…and so it is! I am right at home! (laughing merrily)
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Nice quote Professor, very nice, never seen such a disordely bunch of grey matter in my life! Thank you for the fine wishes as well – beams
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I love my new clock, I simply stand on it – and I’m always on time! So glad I’m not late to wish a happy new year & happy nude year to the darlings of the sky! 🙂
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Aa very Happy New Year to my dear Niried! May 2017 have you sky high, and as nude as you want! Hahahahaha
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