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http://poetry.about.com/od/poetryplay/l/blwakawaka.htm
12.12.10
24.11.10
19.8.10
...
But the two men,
that last morning of death, before
the first of light, watched the land
of Venus, its sweetless shore,
and thought, “This is the end.
This is the last of a man like me.”
Until they saw, over the mists
of Venus, two fish creatures stop
on spangled legs and crawl
from the belly of the sea.
And from the planet park
they heard the new fruit drop.
Anne Sexton - Venus and the Ark
But the two men,
that last morning of death, before
the first of light, watched the land
of Venus, its sweetless shore,
and thought, “This is the end.
This is the last of a man like me.”
Until they saw, over the mists
of Venus, two fish creatures stop
on spangled legs and crawl
from the belly of the sea.
And from the planet park
they heard the new fruit drop.
Anne Sexton - Venus and the Ark
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter -- bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
THE BLACK RIDERS AND OTHER LINES by Stephen Crane
http://www.travelin-tigers.com/zdave/cranebr.htm
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter -- bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
THE BLACK RIDERS AND OTHER LINES by Stephen Crane
http://www.travelin-tigers.com/zdave/cranebr.htm
17.8.10
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
-- Robert Frost
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
-- Robert Frost
19.7.10
the finger
by Charles Bukowski
...
the FINGER is their
reply.
I see grown men
FINGERING each other
throughout the day.
it gives me pause.
when I consider
the state of our cities,
the state of our states,
the state of our country,
I begin to
understand.
the FINGER is a mind-
set.
we are the FINGERERS.
we give it
to each other.
we give it coming and
going.
we don't know how
else to respond.
what a hell of a way
to not
live.
...
the FINGER is their
reply.
I see grown men
FINGERING each other
throughout the day.
it gives me pause.
when I consider
the state of our cities,
the state of our states,
the state of our country,
I begin to
understand.
the FINGER is a mind-
set.
we are the FINGERERS.
we give it
to each other.
we give it coming and
going.
we don't know how
else to respond.
what a hell of a way
to not
live.
2.6.10
Robert Barr: The Woman of Stone (Remix)
Lurine, was pretty, petite, and eighteen.
Lurine had noticed him for several days hovering about the Pharmacie
"Good evening!" was all he said to her.
"I have been watching you. Are you offended?"
"No," she answered, almost in a whisper.
"You may walk with me as far as the corner of the Rue de Lille," she replied.
"How much do they pay you there?" he asked.
"I would do anything for you," she whispered, and then he kissed her good night.
"Have you brought me the things?"
"Yes," she answered. "Will you take them here, now?"
"I will not have time to go with you to the Rue de Lille to-night," he said.
Lurine had noticed him for several days hovering about the Pharmacie
"Good evening!" was all he said to her.
"I have been watching you. Are you offended?"
"No," she answered, almost in a whisper.
"You may walk with me as far as the corner of the Rue de Lille," she replied.
"How much do they pay you there?" he asked.
"I would do anything for you," she whispered, and then he kissed her good night.
"Have you brought me the things?"
"Yes," she answered. "Will you take them here, now?"
"I will not have time to go with you to the Rue de Lille to-night," he said.
13.5.10
28.4.10
Jinnetic Engineering
Someone is sure to be angry about this, so I'll go into hiding once the story comes out. But after you've had the virus, you'll have no trouble finding me; the clues in this letter will tell you where. Please publish this text verbatim, so the clues will not be distorted. I want people to contact me after they catch the virus, so we can work together on the aging, the diseases, and the voluntary ovulation. I also have an idea for a jinn detector so we can get more wishes.
Jinnetic Engineering by Richard Stallman
Jinnetic Engineering by Richard Stallman
28.3.10
Imagine punching somebody so hard that they turn into a door. Then you found out that's where ALL doors come from, and you got initiated into a murder club that makes doors. The stronger you punch, the better the door. So there are like super strong murderers who punch people into Venetian doors and shit.
http://www.pbnation.com/showthread.php?t=2795296
http://www.pbnation.com/showthread.php?t=2795296
27.3.10
Tässä istun, vanhus kuivassa kuussa,
kuunnellen pojan lukua, odottaen sadetta.
En ollut kuumilla porteilla
enkä taistellut lämpimässä sateessa,
en seissyt suolarämeessä kärpästen syömänä,
en taistellut heiluttaen miekkaa.
T.S. Eliot: Gerontion
kuunnellen pojan lukua, odottaen sadetta.
En ollut kuumilla porteilla
enkä taistellut lämpimässä sateessa,
en seissyt suolarämeessä kärpästen syömänä,
en taistellut heiluttaen miekkaa.
T.S. Eliot: Gerontion
22.3.10
7.3.10
Do what thy manhood bids thee do,
from none but self expect applause;
He noblest lives and noblest dies
who makes and keeps his self-made laws.
Conquer thyself,
till thou has done this, thou art but a slave;
for it is almost as well
to be subjected to another's appetite as to thine own.
--Sir Richard Francis Burton
from none but self expect applause;
He noblest lives and noblest dies
who makes and keeps his self-made laws.
Conquer thyself,
till thou has done this, thou art but a slave;
for it is almost as well
to be subjected to another's appetite as to thine own.
--Sir Richard Francis Burton
16.1.10
6.1.10
The masses try to comfort their hero over the death of his brother, but Megaman, enraged, leaves but a few parting words: "You are the dead," then tosses his helmet aside and walks away. Wily then orders the execution of the people for daring to think of rebellion. No one is spared. As Megaman walks away, he doesn't turn back at the cries of the people until he hears them cry out in unison, "We are the dead."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Protomen
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Protomen
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