"Even now in Heaven there are Angels carrying savage weapons." |
"Even now in Heaven there are Angels carrying savage weapons." |


ConvulsiveLet me be the day whenConvulsive
day breaks into reality. And let me be motion, stirring your stream.
Let me be dream
and let me be future Let me take sunlight where there is none to shine. And let me draw galaxies into your skin, and let me be all that I dream.
Nerves and pictures.
let me be abstraction, depend on me.
And when daylight refuses to take me Let me thrive on insanity; I bury my sanctity with the words on your chains.
Black doves be my ravens, flying into my pins, my nerves all a


neuitareeu vreau ca suflete de granit, învăluite-n gheață să se topească-n Soare. căci Focul meu nu consumă amintiri și viață, ci pieire și uitare.neuitare
iar dulcele delir, ce veacul mi-l consumă, ca hidra să se-mpartă. În picături de ploaie, lacrimi de la lună, lichid ce mă dezmiardă.
prin foc, prin ploaie, ei Pheonix să mă cheme și să mă țină minte. cenușa îmi e mamă, puterea-mi stă în pene, nemuritorii-mi sunt ginte.


EntropyThey pound and pound, the pendulum a curseEntropy
the battlefield a red carpet for entropy's sweet hearse
and still they march, another scene, another act
the imps have vowed to keep and hold a devilish pact
And I can lead my armies into war again so they may face the ruin of my thoughtless reign and shout for a victory, which never got ripe; the ashes and ghosts must soon become trite.
| "To live content with small means, to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion, to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich, to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly, to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart, to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never, in a word to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common, this is to be my symphony." ~ William Ellery Channing |
| "She couldn't see anything around her; she didn't know whether it was summer, autumn or winter, if she was walking along the beach or around a power plant, and if she walked, it was because a restless soul demands movement; it cannot sit still because if it does, it'll feel the pain, and it will be sheer agony. It's as if your teeth ached: something forces you to move, to go to Hell and back; there is no reason to this story; movement cannot alleviate pain, but without knowing, the aching tooth beckons you, begs you to move." ~ Milan Kundera (Immortality) "How are you?... that is what we say when we do not wish to play the weakling, we say Fine, even though we may be dying, and this is commonly known as taking one's courage in both hands, a phenomenon that has only been observed in the human species." "What fragile walls we'd make, a mere stone in the middle of the road without any hope other than to see the enemy trip over it." "We all have our moments of weakness, just as well that we are still capable of weeping, tears are often our salvation, there are times when we would die if we did not weep." ~ José Saramago (Blindness) "Why can't you women love us, faults and all? Why do you place us on monstrous pedestals? We have all feet of clay, women as well as men; but when we men love women, we love them knowing their weaknesses, their follies, their imperfections, love them all the more, it may be, for that reason. It is not the perfect, but the imperfect, who have need of love. It is when we are wounded by our own hands, or by the hands of others, that love should come to cure us - else what use is love at all? All sins, except a sin against itself, Love should forgive. All lives, save loveless lives, true Love should pardon. A man's love is like that. It is wider, larger, more human than a woman's. Women think that they are making ideals of men. What they are making of us are false idols merely." ~ Oscar Wilde (An Ideal Husband) "MORANZONE: Oh, in my time, boy, have I walked i' the moon, Swore I would live on kisses and on blisses, Swore I would die for love, and did not die, Wrote love bad verses; ay, and sung them badly, Like all true lovers. Oh, I have done the tricks! I know the partings and the chamberings; We are all animals at best, and love Is merely a passion with a holy name." ~ Oscar Wilde (The Duchess of Padua) "Why, he wondered, did so many people spend their lives not trying to find answers to questions - not even thinking of questions, to begin with? Was there anything more exciting in life than seeking answers?" ~ Isaac Asimov (Prelude to Foundation) "Genesis is a great lie; but it is also a great poem; and a six-thousand-year-old womb is much warmer than one that stretches for two thousand million." ~ John Fowles (The French Lieutenant's Woman) |
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