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She walks in beauty, like the night / of cloudless climes and starry skies; / and all that's best of dark and bright / meet in her aspect and her eyes: / thus mellow'd to that tender light / which heaven to gaudy day denies can i follow you home and listen to you think? every now and then go away, even briefly, have a little relaxation, for when you come back to your work your judgment will be surer; since to remain constantly at work will cause you to lose power. sex. in america it's an obsession; in other parts of the world, a fact. one thing i've learned all these years is not to make love when you really don't feel it; there's probably nothing worse you can do to yourself than that. her guilty conscience was as vague as original sin. why? wherefore? inasmuch as which? doing. what you'll discover will be wonderful. what you'll discover will be yourself. there must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but i don't know many of them. whenever i'm sad i'm going to die, or so nervous i can't sleep, or in love with somebody i won't be seeing for a week, i slump down just so far and then i say: 'i'll go take a hot bath.' the body of b. franklin, / printer, / like the cover of an old book, / its contents torn out / and / stripped of its lettering and gilding, / lies here / food for worms, / but the work shall not be lost, / for it will, as he believed / appear once more / in a new and more elegant edition / revised and corrected / by the author. my religion is very simple. my religion is kindness. i'll pretend this is real / 'cause this is what i like best enough! or too much. run for office? no. i've slept with too many women, i've done too many drugs, and i've been to too many parties. my piano is a universe. those eighty-eight keys arrange the seven planets in musical scales, an aural cosmos. you know that place between sleep and awake? where you still remember dreaming? that's where i'll always think of you. 'so i ran like the wind to the water "please don't leave me again" i cried. and i threw bitter tears at the ocean and all that came back was the tide. there is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go. loneliness is the first thing which god's eye named, not good. the unexamined life is not worth living..
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. never trust the artist. trust the tale. one can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar. if the person you're talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. it may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear. now, what was tiring had disappeared and only the beauty remained. poetry does not necessarily have to be beautiful to stick in the depths of our memory. what is unnamed, undepicted in images, whatever is omitted from the biography, censored in collections of letters, whatever is misnamed as something else, made difficult to come by, whatever is buried in the memory by the collapse of meaning under an inadequate or lying language - this will become not merely unspoken but unspeakable.... all silence has a meaning. does a hero know she's a hero if no one tells her? do you know a hero no one else knows? a hero doesn't have to save a busload of school kids from certain disaster; or score the winning point in the big game. a hero can be anyone who inspires you, anyone you look up to ,anyone who cheers you on, makes you feel better than you were before - just as they made themselves better then they were before. do you know a hero? tell her. then tell everyone else. perhaps you too have met in the cause of your life women of that sort, who are self-luminous and shine in the dark, who are phosphorescent, like touchwood. i am woman, hear me roar! truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness. do, or do not. there is no "try". sleeping is curiously addictive. you are part of the world, but not in it, and somehow that just seems right. it seems enough. is it oblivion or absorption when things pass from our minds? there is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear. the whole difference between construction and creation is this; that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed, but a thing created is loved before it exists. a man can no more diminish god's glory by refusing to worship him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell. i try to draw the line but it ends up running down the middle of me most of the time. for tomorrow may rain, so i'll follow the sun. religion is what the individual does with his own solitariness. the sun is always shining. even though clouds may come along and obscure the sun for awhile, the sun is always shining. the sun never stops shining. and even though the earth turns, and the sun appears to go down, it never stops shining. i love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress and grow brave by reflection. no pessimist ever discovered the secret of the stars, or sailed to uncharted land or opened a new doorway for the human spirit. some things are true whether you believe them or not. the unexamined life is not worth living..
Art teaches nothing but the significance of life. not being beautiful was the true blessing.... not being beautiful forced me to develop my inner resources. the pretty girl has a handicap to overcome. why do some people always see beautiful skies and grass and lovely flowers and incredible human beings, while others are hard-pressed to find anything or any place that is beautiful? it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. sometimes i feel like i'm seeing it all at once and it's too much. my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst, and then i remember to relax and stop trying to hold on to it and it flows through me like rain and i can feel nothing but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid, little life. you have no idea what i'm talking about, i'm sure, but don't worry. you will someday. the writer should never be ashamed of staring. there is nothing that does not require his attention. i have not lived as a woman. i've lived as a man. i've just done what i damn well wanted to and i've made enough money to support myself and i ain't afraid of being alone. she walks in beauty, like the night / of cloudless climes and starry skies; / and all that's best of dark and bright / meet in her aspect and her eyes: / thus mellow'd to that tender light / which heaven to gaudy day denies truth is in the eye of the beholder. either you think, or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you. a warm smile is the universal language of kindness. who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet's heart when caught tangled in a woman's body? by all accounts, sex is a personally encoded communique, continually reinvented. history is particularly important in throwing light on the source of our attitudes about sex because many of the assumptions we make are not necessarily scientific or rational but holdovers of past belief systems that are no longer held by modern society. compassion can only attain its full breadth and depth if it embraces all living creatures and does not limit itself to mankind. returning, i had to cross before the looking-glass; my fascinated glance involuntarily explored the depth it revealed. all looked colder and darker in that visionary hollow than in reality; and the strange little figure there gazing at me, with a white face and arms specking the gloom, and glittering eyes of fear moving where all else was still, had the effect of a real spirit: i thought it like one of the tiny phantoms, half fairy, half imp, bessie's evening stories represented as coming out of lone, ferny dells in moors, and appearing before the eyes of travelers. one of the greatest discoveries a man makes, one of his great surprises, is to find he can do what he was afraid he couldn't do. as the last leaf falls it only symbolizes the end of the tree's cycle, not the end of the tree's life. so too, as we complete our life cycle, there is a new beginning as our souls journey onward. and so i choose to go with you / as if the choice were mine to make but to stand in the sun and melt into the wind? most of the dandelions had changed from suns to moons. we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. where there is great love there are always great miracles. there is always a little corner which remains a secret to the world - and is only known to those two. you're all i notice in a crowded room. it is beautiful that our lives coincided for so long. loss is nothing else but change, and change is nature's delight. i think the loneliest thing is to be alone with another person. i'd rather be by myself than with someone who has no idea who i am. is not life a hundred times too short for us to bore ourselves?.
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They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. never trust the artist. trust the tale. one can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar. if the person you're talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. it may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear. now, what was tiring had disappeared and only the beauty remained. poetry does not necessarily have to be beautiful to stick in the depths of our memory. what is unnamed, undepicted in images, whatever is omitted from the biography, censored in collections of letters, whatever is misnamed as something else, made difficult to come by, whatever is buried in the memory by the collapse of meaning under an inadequate or lying language - this will become not merely unspoken but unspeakable.... all silence has a meaning. does a hero know she's a hero if no one tells her? do you know a hero no one else knows? a hero doesn't have to save a busload of school kids from certain disaster; or score the winning point in the big game. a hero can be anyone who inspires you, anyone you look up to ,anyone who cheers you on, makes you feel better than you were before - just as they made themselves better then they were before. do you know a hero? tell her. then tell everyone else. perhaps you too have met in the cause of your life women of that sort, who are self-luminous and shine in the dark, who are phosphorescent, like touchwood. i am woman, hear me roar! truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness. do, or do not. there is no "try". sleeping is curiously addictive. you are part of the world, but not in it, and somehow that just seems right. it seems enough. is it oblivion or absorption when things pass from our minds? there is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear. the whole difference between construction and creation is this; that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed, but a thing created is loved before it exists. a man can no more diminish god's glory by refusing to worship him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell. i try to draw the line but it ends up running down the middle of me most of the time. for tomorrow may rain, so i'll follow the sun. religion is what the individual does with his own solitariness. the sun is always shining. even though clouds may come along and obscure the sun for awhile, the sun is always shining. the sun never stops shining. and even though the earth turns, and the sun appears to go down, it never stops shining. i love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress and grow brave by reflection. no pessimist ever discovered the secret of the stars, or sailed to uncharted land or opened a new doorway for the human spirit. some things are true whether you believe them or not. the unexamined life is not worth living..
Art teaches nothing but the significance of life. not being beautiful was the true blessing.... not being beautiful forced me to develop my inner resources. the pretty girl has a handicap to overcome. why do some people always see beautiful skies and grass and lovely flowers and incredible human beings, while others are hard-pressed to find anything or any place that is beautiful? it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. sometimes i feel like i'm seeing it all at once and it's too much. my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst, and then i remember to relax and stop trying to hold on to it and it flows through me like rain and i can feel nothing but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid, little life. you have no idea what i'm talking about, i'm sure, but don't worry. you will someday. the writer should never be ashamed of staring. there is nothing that does not require his attention. i have not lived as a woman. i've lived as a man. i've just done what i damn well wanted to and i've made enough money to support myself and i ain't afraid of being alone. she walks in beauty, like the night / of cloudless climes and starry skies; / and all that's best of dark and bright / meet in her aspect and her eyes: / thus mellow'd to that tender light / which heaven to gaudy day denies truth is in the eye of the beholder. either you think, or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you. a warm smile is the universal language of kindness. who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet's heart when caught tangled in a woman's body? by all accounts, sex is a personally encoded communique, continually reinvented. history is particularly important in throwing light on the source of our attitudes about sex because many of the assumptions we make are not necessarily scientific or rational but holdovers of past belief systems that are no longer held by modern society. compassion can only attain its full breadth and depth if it embraces all living creatures and does not limit itself to mankind. returning, i had to cross before the looking-glass; my fascinated glance involuntarily explored the depth it revealed. all looked colder and darker in that visionary hollow than in reality; and the strange little figure there gazing at me, with a white face and arms specking the gloom, and glittering eyes of fear moving where all else was still, had the effect of a real spirit: i thought it like one of the tiny phantoms, half fairy, half imp, bessie's evening stories represented as coming out of lone, ferny dells in moors, and appearing before the eyes of travelers. one of the greatest discoveries a man makes, one of his great surprises, is to find he can do what he was afraid he couldn't do. as the last leaf falls it only symbolizes the end of the tree's cycle, not the end of the tree's life. so too, as we complete our life cycle, there is a new beginning as our souls journey onward. and so i choose to go with you / as if the choice were mine to make but to stand in the sun and melt into the wind? most of the dandelions had changed from suns to moons. we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. where there is great love there are always great miracles. there is always a little corner which remains a secret to the world - and is only known to those two. you're all i notice in a crowded room. it is beautiful that our lives coincided for so long. loss is nothing else but change, and change is nature's delight. i think the loneliest thing is to be alone with another person. i'd rather be by myself than with someone who has no idea who i am. is not life a hundred times too short for us to bore ourselves?.