geocities going away

(as everybody else who felt nostalgic, i set up my first ever website and wrote my first ever HTML line there. and the beginning of my internet addiction. but it was a brief hangover. moved on years and years ago. )

this is the "original statement" on the homepage --

Welcome to my eHouse!

It is my belief that every individual carries in himself a unique perspective towards life. I am happy to share mine while wishing this inspires you to reflect and explore your own inner world.
The overall theme (so far) is pretty much my attention on individuality, my general appreciation of life on its brighter side and my learning of some complex and intriguing matters. The desired effect of reading my stuff is for you to feel superior and creative about yourself. Well, I have enjoyed this exercise more than I would like to admit. Now hope you get something worthwhile as well. (photo from http://www.corbis.com/)

the left pane:

BOOK SHELF

COFFEE TABLE

STORIES

POEMS

OPINIONS

PICTURES

COLLECTIONS

FRIENDS


HOME

lower center:

Chinese Writings (NEW!>

Topics I Enjoy Thinking About
Interesting Articles I Have Collected
Special Moments to Share
Friends and Their Adventures

lower right:

The Coffee Table
The Front Yard

even a disclaimer:

*Except those with authors and sources shown clearly, all articles were written by Name. You may view and copy them for your personal, noncommercial use, provided you retain all credits associated with the Content.

The mysterious tyger

(it much delighted me listening to my elder boy recite it the first time. i even read quite a bit about Blake afterwards. his life tells of an extremely creative artist. a sweet love story, too.

i call my younger boy the "little one", so this was read by the "big one". he read it in such a rhythmic, even musical tone)

THE TYGER

By William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art.

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? what dread grasp

Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,

And watered heaven with their tears,

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
1794