Poets are Damned... but See with the Eyes of Angels.
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Poets are Damned... but See with the Eyes of Angels.
1. You can't win. 2. You can't break even. 3. You can't even get out of the game.
War will stop when we no longer praise it, or give it any attention at all. Peace will come wherever it is sincerely invited. Love will overflow every sanctuary given it. Truth will grow where the fertilizer that nourishes it is also truth.
The impossible could not have happened, therefore the impossible must be possible in spite of appearances.
The more an idea is developed, the more concise becomes its expression: the more a tree is pruned, the better is the fruit.
To find everything profound, that is an inconvenient trait. It makes one strain one's eyes all the time, and in the end one finds more than one might have wished.
Learn lightness, never frivolity.
The different accidents of life are not so changeable as the feelings of human nature.
The flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
Flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.
There's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.
Nobody ever finds
the one.
The city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
nothing else
fills.
Gratitude and thankfulness are a rare flower...