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No one means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous.
Henry Adams
þriðjudagur, júlí 03, 2007
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“Mrs. Barry, you must acquire the trick of ignoring those who do not like you. In my experience, those who do not like you fall into two categories: The stupid and the envious. The stupid will like you in five years time. The envious, never.”
My mind is
my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing
which touch and taste and smell
and hearing and sight
keep hitting and chipping with sharp fatal
tools
in an agony of sensual chisels
i perform squirms of chrome and ex
-ecute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being
altered
that i slightly am becoming
something a little different, in fact
myself
Hereupon helpless
i utter lilac shrieks
and scarlet bellowings.
ee cummings
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing
which touch and taste and smell
and hearing and sight
keep hitting and chipping with sharp fatal
tools
in an agony of sensual chisels
i perform squirms of chrome and ex
-ecute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being
altered
that i slightly am becoming
something a little different, in fact
myself
Hereupon helpless
i utter lilac shrieks
and scarlet bellowings.
ee cummings
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