Podcast appearances and mentions of abraham cowley

 Time only exists in our mind!!!Everything happens now… We can only be in the now.Nothing is there to come and nothing past. But an eternal now does always last. Abraham Cowley.This is exactly how it is, in our mind exist past and future; in reality, it doesn't exist. Time has only a relative existence! Carlyle When you sit with a nice girl for two hours, you think it is only a minute. When you sit on a hot stove for a minute, you think it is two hours.Time is relative and so not real…. Albert Einstein For instance when we dream, we think that we have dreamed for hours, in reality, we have dreamed only for seconds. If we live in our mind, we are missing that moment that happens now… And so we lose our life. If we are living entirely in the here and now, then we are relaxed, or we are in the flow…there is no space for thinking… There is no time, only this moment nothing more … Life starts to become beautiful. And for that is Meditation. Meditation is connecting with the divine/God/Allah, the mind is calming down without forcing/pushing, and then we are in the here and now...If we are in the flow, then only this moment is crucial for us. What is to be in the flow?  If we are relaxed and concentrate on what we are doing… Our doing will happen by itself…. The Chinese Proverb: Wu Wei: To do without doing, … Explains the flow.For instance, 80% of the complicated surgery is happening in the movement for the whole team! All great artists like the musicians, painters are in the flow when they create, the same goes for sport…. For instance when I was skiing a very difficult ski piste at high speed… I had to be in the flow, - one thought or fear could cause that I would fall (no time for thinking.If we are total emerged in the flow, like my example with skiing … Then we are in the here and now,- we are timeless. Or when I write this blog, I am in the flow, I let the words come, without thinking or forcing.  For what is then time?To measure a movement. If we relax and think more slowly… The time slows down…And that is wonderful, to become timeless…  We have just to go out of our head… To become timeless, to enjoy this moment. What is the most precious moment in our life?Now!!!My video: There exists no time https://youtu.be/bsZTSpGQJ4MMy Audio: https://divinesuccess.net/wp-content/uploads/2021/Podcast.A/There-exist-no-time..mp3

Early modern poets - John Milton, Edmund Spenser, Aemilia Lawyer, Abraham Cowley - lived in a world where theological questions were as hotly contested as political struggles over issues like empire, gender, civil war, and poetic authority. In this episode, Jacke talks to Deni Kasa (The Politics of Grace in Early Modern Literature) about the ways poets used the theological concept of grace to reimagine their political communities. PLUS Mike Palindrome tells Jacke about his admiration for James Baldwin and his works. AND Carlos Allende (Coffee, Shopping, Murder, Love) tells Jacke about his choice for the last book he will ever read. Help support the show at patreon.com/literature or historyofliterature.com/donate. The History of Literature Podcast is a member of Lit Hub Radio and the Podglomerate Network. Learn more at www.thepodglomerate.com/historyofliterature. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Introductory note on Abraham Cowley (Volume 27, Harvard Classics)

Cowley portrays the ideal life – that of a farmer, and blazons it forth in heraldry. "A plow in a field arable" – to him, the most honorable of all emblems. (Volume 27, Harvard Classics) Abraham Cowley died July 28, 1667.

Cowley (1618–1667) was one of the leading English poets of the 17th century. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/hickey-mt/message

The panel discusses a selection of poems covering the entire span of Abraham Cowley's oeuvre: beginning with his college years and the unfinished epic 'Davideis', through his popular collections, and concluding with his late 'Ode to the Royal Society'.

The panel discusses a selection of poems covering the entire span of Abraham Cowley's oeuvre: beginning with his college years and the unfinished epic 'Davideis', through his popular collections, and concluding with his late 'Ode to the Royal Society'.

What does it mean to writ(e) in water? And even more, what does it mean to write 'writ in water' on stone? Or is that in stone? These are all questions raised by John Keats' epitaph, 'Here lies one whose name was writ in water'. Which is why the Keats-Shelley Podcast called Adam Smyth, Professor of English Literature at Balliol College, Oxford, and an expert in Material Texts: or the study of people writing with weird things on weird surfaces.----more---- Subscribe to the Keats-Shelley Podcast or Follow us on Spotify. We began by asking Adam to describe what a 'material text' might be, and what it means to study them. As well as telling us about poems written in glass and invsible ink (lemon juice to you and me), he cast an eye over Keats' epitaph, and pondered the fine distinction between writing 'in water' and 'on water'.  Read about 2021's Keats-Shelley Prize. Read about 2021's Young Romantics Prize. Visit the Keats-Shelley Blog for more Prize Resources, including poems, articles and podcasts. Texts. John Keats, Letter to George and Georgiana Keats, 28th June 1818 (scroll down).  John Donne, A Valediction of My Name in the Window. Abraham Cowley, Written in Lemon Juice.  William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell: Plate 14. Thomas Hardy, During Wind and Rain.  Fans of Tom Philips' A Humument: stay tuned to the very end of the podcast for a little lighthearted homage.  Subscribe to the podcast for all new episodes.   Follow us on Twitter Like us on Facebook Follow us on Instagram Subscribe to us on YouTube This podcast was written and presented by James Kidd. The KS Podcast theme tune is ‘Androids Always Escape' by Chris Zabriskie. Visit http://chriszabriskie.com/

Magic Metaphysical poetry Theater Anchor FM podcast John Donne (1572-1631) wrote a prose work called Paradoxes and Problems, and his life presents plenty of both: he was born a Catholic, gained notoriety for sacrilegious verse, and later in life became an Anglican priest. Though some of his poems defended libertinism and casual sex, he destroyed his first career by falling in love, and stayed with the woman he married until her death. His poems picked up a reputation for head-scratchingly bizarre intellectualism—one reason they're now called metaphysical—but some of them are the most deeply felt poems of romantic love in the language. One such poem is "The Sun Rising." A former law student whose London relatives were persecuted for remaining Catholic after England had turned Protestant, Donne ruined what could have been a fine career at court when in 1601 he secretly married his employer's niece, Anne More. The next year, Donne's employer found out and fired him. Donne later found his calling as an Anglican cleric, giving dramatic sermons at London's most famous church. Until after his death, most of Donne's poems circulated only in manuscript: Donne liked to make long, odd comparisons, called conceits: he compared two lovers to the parts of a compass, for example, and likened a teardrop to a navigator's globe. Later poets such as Abraham Cowley (1618-1667) built whole careers by imitating those conceits. By the time Cowley died, though, conceits had gone out of fashion. When the influential critic Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) coined the term metaphysical poets, he meant it as an insult: "Metaphysical poets" such as Cowley and Donne, he wrote, used their conceits to present "heterogenous ideas ... yoked by violence together"; "they were not successful in representing or moving the affections." Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late school boys and sour prentices, Go tell court huntsmen that the king will ride, Call country ants to harvest offices, Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time. "Prentices" are apprentices, who (like today's sullen teens) oversleep; "motions" are regular changes, such as sunset or sunrise, spring or fall. Donne and Anne (we might as well call her Anne) believe it's more important to be in love than to be on time: they won't let the hour, or the month, or even their relative ages, tell them what to do. Nor do they want to get up out of their shared bed. From medieval French to modern English, there's a tradition of poems called aubades, about lovers who awaken at dawn: often they are adulterous or illicit lovers, who don't want to separate but don't want to get caught. Donne wrote such a poem himself, called "Break of Day." In "The Sun Rising," though, Donne and Anne feel right at home: there's no chance either of them will go anywhere, because their love has placed them where they belong, and everything else must reorient itself around them. It follows that Donne is the master of the house; the sun, as a guest, should respect and obey him. Donne therefore reverses the conceit: having likened the sun to a person, he now gives a person—himself—the powers of the sun:   Thy beams, so reverend and strong Why shouldst thou think? I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink, But that I would not lose her sight so long; If her eyes have not blinded thine, Look, and tomorrow late, tell me, Whether both th' Indias of spice and mine Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with me. Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday, And thou shalt hear, All here in one bed lay. Donne could occlude or outshine the sun (because he, too, is a celestial body), but he won't ( then his beloved would not see him, and he would not see her). Since everything important to Donne, Anne stays indoors, not outside, Donne feels as if..... --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

“Life,” by Abraham Cowley. Very neo-platonic. The post Poetry: “Life,” by Abraham Cowley appeared first on Air War Media.

A Cowley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past. www.classicpoetryaloud.com -------------------------------------------- Platonic Love by Abraham Cowley (1618 – 1667) Indeed I must confess, When souls mix 'tis an happiness, But not complete till bodies too do join, And both our wholes into one whole combine; But half of heaven the souls in glory taste Till by love in heaven at last Their bodies too are placed. In thy immortal part Man, as well as I, thou art. But something 'tis that differs thee and me, And we must one even in that difference be. I thee both as a man and woman prize, For a perfect love implies Love in all capacities. Can that for true love pass When a fair woman courts her glass? Something unlike must in love's likeness be: His wonder is one and variety. For he whose soul nought but a soul can move Does a new Narcissus prove, And his own image love. That souls do beauty know 'Tis to the body's help they owe; If when they know't they straight abuse that trust And shut the body from't, 'tis as unjust As if I brought my dearest friend to see My mistress and at th' instant he Should steal her quite from me. First aired: 18 January 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009

A Cowley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- A Supplication by Abraham Cowley (1618 – 1667) Awake, awake, my lyre, And tell thy silent master's humble tale In sounds that may prevail, Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire, Though so exalted she And I so lowly be, Tell her, such different notes make all thy harmony. Hark, how the strings awake, And though the moving hand approach not near, Themselves with awful fear A kind of numerous trembling make. Now all thy forces try, Now all thy charms apply, Revenge upon her ear the conquests of her eye. Weak lyre! thy virtue sure Is useless here, since thou art only found To cure but not to wound, And she to wound but not to cure. Too weak, too, wilt thou prove My passion to remove; Physic to other ills, thou'rt nourishment to love. Sleep, sleep again, my lyre, For thou canst never tell my humble tale In sounds that will prevail, Nor gentle thoughts in her inspire; All thy vain mirth lay by, Bid thy strings silent lie; Sleep, sleep again, my lyre, and let thy master die. First aired: 2 October 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008

Cowley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Platonic Love by Abraham Cowley (1618 – 1667) Indeed I must confess, When souls mix 'tis an happiness, But not complete till bodies too do join, And both our wholes into one whole combine; But half of heaven the souls in glory taste Till by love in heaven at last Their bodies too are placed. In thy immortal part Man, as well as I, thou art. But something 'tis that differs thee and me, And we must one even in that difference be. I thee both as a man and woman prize, For a perfect love implies Love in all capacities. Can that for true love pass When a fair woman courts her glass? Something unlike must in love's likeness be: His wonder is one and variety. For he whose soul nought but a soul can move Does a new Narcissus prove, And his own image love. That souls do beauty know 'Tis to the body's help they owe; If when they know't they straight abuse that trust And shut the body from't, 'tis as unjust As if I brought my dearest friend to see My mistress and at th' instant he Should steal her quite from me.

Cowley read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- Drinking by Abraham Cowley (1618 – 1667) The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks and gapes for drink again; The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair; The sea itself (which one would think Should have but little need of drink) Drinks twice ten thousand rivers up, So fill'd that they o'erflow the cup. The busy Sun (and one would guess By 's drunken fiery face no less) Drinks up the sea, and when he 's done, The Moon and Stars drink up the Sun: They drink and dance by their own light, They drink and revel all the night: Nothing in Nature 's sober found, But an eternal health goes round. Fill up the bowl, then, fill it high, Fill all the glasses there—for why Should every creature drink but I? Why, man of morals, tell me why? For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2007