Saturday, October 24, 2015

After one has abandoned a belief in god, poetry is that essence which takes its place as life's redemption.  Wallace Stevens, Adagia



Ha! The King's lapdogs are already paying for their own downfall!

I know my lazy, leaden twang
Is like the reason in a storm,
And yet it brings the storm to bear,
I twang it out and leave it there.


i saw my old shrink in the park. she asked how i was, knowing. i started to reply, then just said it's complicated before her expression grew vague.

man i'm in deep trubble.

most kids love me, but it's that one who cringes in fear that gets me.

i've seen fear open and close people, and i felt the open ones made a choice.

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