The Hammock Papers: Frank Turner, "Sailor's Boot"

20 February 2013

Frank Turner, "Sailor's Boot"

If I had been born two hundred years ago
I would have been a sailor, and sailing I would go
I’d sail around the Capes and across the seven seas and then back home
If I had been born two hundred years ago

And I would know the waters, and the waters would know me
I would cut across the waves, and be as happy as can be
I’d be landless, I’d be loveless, I’d be flight and fancy-free
I would know the waters, and the waters would know me

And when I think about the place and time where I was born
I wonder if the hands of fate had slipped and placed me wrong
‘cause there are ships I could have sailed and sailors boots I could have worn
When I think about the place and time where I was born

But the ocean is still out there, magnificent and wide
She’s got open arms to hold me, and endless space to hide
And the only things that hold me back are things I hold inside
The ocean is still out there, magnificent and wide

Sailing I should go

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MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."

DAN CAMPBELL