Yes, which brings with it the concept of accepting, waiting, experiencing, and not controlling.
Carpe diem, to me, is all about ambition, planning, doing, feeling.
One is very active, the other passive.
But maybe your interpretation is better ;) although the way I look at me is that I'm driven, have ambition, am quite focussed when I need to be, but I'm less a control freak than a guide of circumstances. I work with my material rather than on it, if you know what I mean.
I don't know if I'm allergic, as I've never read either :) I'm actually not a fan of poetry at all, because, although I'm a huge fan of language and creative use thereof, and although I tended to get high As in my written English work in school, I had no interest or grasp of the critical aspects of English, as taught then
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Longfellow I like because a girlfriend of mine figured I'd like his stuff.
Ooh, so if I figured you'd like Mozart opera....?
I love some of Rudyard Kipling's Jungle Book poems. The Law of the Jungle, the hunting call of the Seeonee wolf pack...
As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled Once, twice and again! And a wolf stole back, and a wolf stole back To carry the word to the waiting pack, And we sought and we found and we bayed on his track Once, twice and again!
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Very much like that Longfellow one, another one I somehow hadn't come across before.
I don't think 'carpe diem' and zen are necessarily contradictory, isn't the essence of zen - or part of it - living in the moment?
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Carpe diem, to me, is all about ambition, planning, doing, feeling.
One is very active, the other passive.
But maybe your interpretation is better ;) although the way I look at me is that I'm driven, have ambition, am quite focussed when I need to be, but I'm less a control freak than a guide of circumstances. I work with my material rather than on it, if you know what I mean.
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Ooh, so if I figured you'd like Mozart opera....?
I love some of Rudyard Kipling's Jungle Book poems. The Law of the Jungle, the hunting call of the Seeonee wolf pack...
As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled
Once, twice and again!
And a wolf stole back, and a wolf stole back
To carry the word to the waiting pack,
And we sought and we found and we bayed on his track
Once, twice and again!
Mmm, rhythm.
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