Party, Sparkle And Shine All Year Round With These 9 Iconic Quotes

In the midst of our daily duties, work and the general task of living, the spirit of celebration can sometimes feel a million miles away. But never fear! This post is here to invigorate your celebratory self.  So whether  you're desk bound and seeking joie de vivre, about to go to a party and looking for a little pep or spending a luxury Sunday relaxing at home, you'll find the perfect tonic here.

After all, what's the use of a diligent weekly wellness practice if you can't celebrate all that happiness you've found?  Hip hip hooray!

7 am: (Motivate yourself on) The Dawn Of Your Special Day

Christmas morning? Birthday morning? Wedding morning? Any morning! Put on your special pants and greet the day. 

Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see
The dew bespangling herb and tree!
Each flower has wept and bowed toward the east
Above an hour since, yet you not drest;
Nay! not so much as out of bed?
When all the birds have matins said
And sung their thankful hymns, 'tis sin,
Nay, profanation, to keep in,

Taken from the incredible Robert Herricks, Corrina's Going A-Maying , 1674

3pm: Enable your 'out of office' email responder with glee, À la Shelley.

I leave this notice on my door
For each accustomed visitor:—
“I am gone into the fields
To take what this sweet hour yields;—
Reflection, you may come tomorrow,
Sit by the fireside with Sorrow.—
You with the unpaid bill, Despair,—
You, tiresome verse-reciter, Care,—

You're very welcome. Read the full poem here

5pm: The Food Shop

An existential culinary companion, hello Ginsberg!

What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!—and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?

A Supermarket in California, by ALLEN GINSBERG - Read it here 

7pm: The Whole Earth Is My Dance Floor

Celebrate your sensual life and let your body effervesce on the dance floor (or on the commute, on the yoga mat and even on the sofa) with a little help from the Polish poet Anna Swir.

I am light
as the eyelash of the wind.
I froth, I am froth.

I walk dancing,
if I wish, I will soar.

Anna Swir, My Body Effervesces. Read it here 

10pm: Panic At The Disco

A song for anyone who has ever longed to be the belle of the ball. It's Rudyard Kiplings 'My Rival'

I go to concert, party, ball—
What profit is in these?
I sit alone against the wall
And strive to look at ease.
The incense that is mine by right
They burn before her shrine;
And that's because I'm seventeen
And She is forty-nine.

Rudyard Kipling, My Rival Read it here

Midnight: Peak Moments

“I am so damn
Alive.”

'WOW', by Hafiz. Read it here
 (Buy the book 'The Gift' By Daniel Ladinsky for more Hafiz loveliness)

3am: Heading Home At Dawn

I've always loved this poem. I can't be sure of the context,  or what it's really about, but it reminds me of late nights wandering home through Spitalfields or Covent Garden market in London. How different all the closed stores and street lamps were at twilight. Simply gorgeous.

I said to my friend stop falling on your knees
I have to keep pulling you on to your feet again —
then the dawn came down silently between
the rows of vegetables
and we passed out into the white star
rejoicing companionless in our love

Francis Brabazon, Victoria Market.  Read it here 

8am: Waking Up Together, Somewhere New.

Just the three of us, half tipsy with the wonder of being alive.

it was like the feeling
you get sometimes in a country you’ve never visited
before, when the bread doesn’t taste quite the same,
the butter is a small adventure, and they put
paprika on the table instead of pepper,
except that there was nobody in this country
except the three of us, half-tipsy with the wonder
of being alive, and wholly enveloped in love.

Alden Nowlan, Great Things Have Happened - read it here (It's totally wow!)

Noon: A Lazy Sunday.. Loafe with me on the grass

Walt Whitman Wants You To Celebrate Your Self!  In his epic, very long but fabulous and worth it poem 'Song Of Myself', Walt invites you to put on your party frock (ok, maybe not in so many words) and join the infinite, eternal celebration of life. Here are one or two lines drawn from the poem to inspire your day.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

/

I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked,
I am mad for it to be in contact with me.

/

A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms,
The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag,
The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides, The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun.

/

Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat,
Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best,
Only the lull I like, the hum of your valvèd voice.

/

A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.


I do hope you have been inspired by these literary party starters and that they enliven in you a wealth of celebration all year round. Check in soon for part two where I'll be sharing other practical ways to add a little pep and pizazz to your day. 

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