Quotes added on Sunday, December 4 2016
Kelly
Clarkson
says,
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
I say, "What doesn't kill you will scar and bruise you,
but you will stand up after every battle you lost and continue to fight"
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
I say, "What doesn't kill you will scar and bruise you,
but you will stand up after every battle you lost and continue to fight"
“
You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it– it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
—Charles Baudelaire
”
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
As she laughed I
was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part
of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent
for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each
momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her
throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly
waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and
white checked cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying:
“If the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the
garden, if the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the
garden…” I decided that if the shaking of her
breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments of the
afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention
with careful subtlety to this end. —T.S. Eliot,
Hysteria
I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind?
Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers,
and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing,
each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind?
Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers,
and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing,
each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
Like
leaves falling off the branches
of autumn trees...
My tears will do the same, slipping off the
edge of my eyelashes.
Tears jumping off my nose and cheeks, to land
on this cold floor.
A floor you've walked on before.
of autumn trees...
My tears will do the same, slipping off the
edge of my eyelashes.
Tears jumping off my nose and cheeks, to land
on this cold floor.
A floor you've walked on before.
To know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong
Is to know me all wrong
