This is the space in which I am supposed to brag about who I am... Got nothing.. Getting a degree... Writing a book.. Making shit work for me rather than making myself work for shit!
6th January.
People talk and talk. But I -
Listen with untethered ear
And nod along in places. Here.
And shake them off like dandruff.
Dry my throat is left, in fear.
Fear not; for my rouging cheek.
Fear not; for an unparalleled mind.
Fear only that I bore myself a hole,
To starve between its deepened walls,
With talk of people, or things, or the infinite.
As time goes by, my mind unwinds.
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4 months ago
5th January.
The red and the green, the red and the green.
“Façade! Façade!”
All can be seen.
Conjoined on the ground.
Conjoined on the walls.
Contained in the coats,
That trees shake off early,
Ahead of the trend.
The children kick them into existence again.
Where it is amplified and collected then;
By the catcher in our eyes,
To capture in our eyes,
The rapture in our eyes.
The dark church steeple; darker than the knell of sleep
More red than a dead, red sea,
More green than a living ocean’s envy,
Impositions itself,
and rings out an antiphon with midday;
“Charmless traditionalism! Conservative fear!”
Its the sound of the red and the green,
But people are nice
As they leave their family shelter
Of Victorian, faux Elizabethan mockery.
But people are nice.
On two accounts deceived in time.
But people are nice.
And walk in parks.
No frock coats, Ascot ties, petticoats, bustles and chemisette.
Not one pamphlet lies open on knee
inscribed with the names of Marvell or Hardy.
No rhyme in the splendid manner of the past.
But people are nice
and speak rarely
Just their line well rehearsed.
Their houses pretty, archaic with red brick; and the grass.
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4 months ago
An idler? Yes.
:16:36
But there are two kinds of idlers.
:16:38
There’s the man who’s idle
because he wants to be, out of laziness.
:16:42
How easy that is. I envy him.
:16:48
There’s the other kind…
:16:50
the man who’s idle in spite of himself.
:16:53
I want nothing but to work.
:16:55
Only, I can’t.
:16:58
I’m in a cage, a cage of shame
and self-doubt and failure.
Lust for Life (1956)
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5 months ago
Apollo and the Continents (1750-1753) by Giambattista and Domenico Tiepolo
Rezidens Palace, Würzburg, Germany
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84
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6 months ago
Happy Halloween from Better Book Titles!
Check out the book version: “How Not to Read”
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