Because who hasn't tried to pull their arms from the sleeves of gravity's lead coat?
Who doesn't have at least one pair of wax wings out in the garage?
I believe in the fatal hairdo just for the love of saying fatal hairdo.
Lucia PerilloTherefore, since the world has still
Much good, but much less good than ill,
And while the sun and moon endure
Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure,
I'd face it as a wise man would,
And train for ill and not for good.
Evening came, a paw, to the gray hut by the river.
William Stafford. . .criticism is to poetry as air is to a noise: it allows it to be heard; and even if we can't see it or feel it, it is there, shaping how we hear.
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Criticism is like politics: if you don't make your own you are by default accepting the status quo and are finally yourself responsible for whatever the status quo does to you.
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This dream the world is having about itself
includes a trace on the plains of the Oregon trail,
a groove in the grass my father showed us all
one day while meadowlarks were trying to tell
something better about to happen.
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Battle for the sake of honor may be a fine thing for bards to sing of, but it is no way to preserve one's homeland
Jacqueline CareyMots clés war poets sing battle homeland
It is ferocious, life, but it must eat . . .
Lucia PerilloAgain I resume the long
lesson: how small a thing
can be pleasing, how little
in this hard world it takes
to satisfy the mind
and bring it to its rest.
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