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I will find Derek Smart upon a window, And ye, I shall find that he was right, 2 weeks Subforum gay, so what
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cnut posted:This one always brings a tear to my eye and a knowing nod: Powerful
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Jun 5, 2016 14:52
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Catullus is my favorite poetquote:So help me god, I can't tell the difference
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I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz, who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated... [Read More]
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No no the dead have no brothers The Hydra calls me but I am used to it It calls me Everybody But I know my name and do not answer And you the dead You know your names as I do not But at moments you have just finished speaking The snow stirs in its wrappings Every season comes from a new place Like your voice with its resemblances A long time ago the lightning was practicing Something I thought was easy I was young and the dead were in other Ages As the grass had its own language Now I forget where the difference falls One thing about the living sometimes a piece of us Can stop dying for a moment But you the dead Once you go into those names you go on you never Hesitate You go on
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Jun 5, 2016 16:13
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Twenty-first. Night. Monday. Silhouette of the capitol in darkness. Some good-for-nothing -- who knows why-- made up the tale that love exists on earth. People believe it, maybe from laziness or boredom, and live accordingly: they wait eagerly for meetings, fear parting, and when they sing, they sing about love. But the secret reveals itself to some, and on them silence settles down... I found this out by accident and now it seems I'm sick all the time. The Rio Olympics should be sick as hell tho
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Jun 5, 2016 16:18
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I really did meet a blind girl in Paris once. It was in the garden of a museum, Where I saw her touching the statues. She had brown hair and an aquamarine scarf. It was in the garden of the museum. I told her I was a thief disguised as a guard. She had brown hair and an aquamarine scarf. She told me she was a student from Grenoble. I told her I was not a thief disguised as a guard. We had coffee at the little commissary. She said she had time till her train to Grenoble. We talked about our supreme belief in art. We had coffee at the little commissary, Then sat on a bench near the foundry. We talked about our supreme belief in art. She leaned her head upon my chest. We kissed on a bench near the foundry. I closed my eyes when no one was watching. She leaned her head upon my chest. The museum was closing. It was time to part. I really did meet a blind girl in Paris once. I never saw her again and she never saw me. In a garden she touched the statues. She put on her lipstick in the dark. I close my eyes when no one is watching. She had brown hair and an aquamarine scarf. The museum was closing. It was time to part. I never saw her again and she never saw me.
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The Outsiders was right about one think. Robert Frost kicks rear end. Nothing Gold Can Stay Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day Nothing gold can stay.
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