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Take this longing from my tongue, 
all the useless things 
my hands have done; 
let me see your beauty broken down, 
like you would do 
for one you love 

L. Cohen


 

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all
E. Dickinson

 

We receive these hazy illusions like a narcotic necessary to bear life. But what happens to us when, disintoxicated, we learn what we are? Lost among babblers in a night in which we can only hate the appearance of light which comes from babbling.

 

 Georges Bataille


 

   The night soaks itself 
      along the shore of the river 
   and in Lolita's breasts 
      the branches die of love.

 

Lorca

 
Und du wartest, erwartest das Eine, 
das dein Leben unendlich vermehrt; 
das Mächtige, Ungemeine, 
das Erwachen der Steine, 
Tiefen, dir zugekehrt. 
Es dämmern im Bücherständer 
die Bände in Gold und Braun; 
und du denkst an durchfahrene Länder, 
an Bilder, an die Gewänder 
wiederverlorener Fraun. 

Rilke


 

Let us not mince words: the marvelous is always beautiful. anything marvelous is beautiful, in fact only the marvelous is beautiful. 

Andre Breton, 1924 

 

As the cat 
climbed over 
the top of 
the jamcloset 
first the right 
forefoot 
carefully 
then the hind 
stepped down 
into the pit of 
the empty 
flowerpot 

W.C. Williams


 

I confess that I am sitting under a pine tree doing absolutely nothing. I have done nothing for one hour and firmly intend to continue to do nothing for an indefinite period. I have taken my shoes off. I confess that I have been listening to a mockingbird. 

Thomas Merton

 
Tonight I'll shave the mountain
I'll cut the hearts from pharaohs
I pull the road off of the rise
tear the memories from my eyes
and in the morning I'll be gone
I drink 1000 shipwrecks
tonight I'll steal your paychecks
I paint the sheets across my bed
the birds will all fly from my head
and in the morning I'll be gone
Tom Waits

 

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