favourite book quote

SexyDevilGirl said:
:grouphug: I'm glad

Thanks :|

I live alone, entirely alone. I never speak to anyone, never; I receive nothing, I give nothing… When you live alone you no longer know what it is to tell something: the plausible disappears at the same time as the fiends. You let events flow past; suddenly you see people pop up who speak and who go away, you plunge into stories without beginning or end: you make a terrible witness. But in compensation, one misses nothing, no improbability or, story too tall to be believed in cafes.

J.P Sartre - La Nausea

My old days...
 
Bouville said:
I beg to differ... I haven't felt that way in the 5 or 6 times I have read it.
that's your oppinion


but then again i never really liked j.p. sartre or any newer literature for that matter. if you ask me there isn't book that can match to dante's inferno
 
I will have the opportunity to read it and make up my own mind. Although what one person perceives as sick or twisted may not be so for others 8)
 
Salute

May happiness
pursue you,

catch you
often, and,

should it
lose you,

be waiting
ahead, making

a clearing
for you.


--A.R. Ammons
 
I cannot restrain myself. As I was mowing this evening I was again haunted by "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock."


Shall I say, "I have walked at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirtsleeves, leaning out of windows?"

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

And the afternoon, the evening sleeps so peacefully,
Smoothed by long fingers -- asleep, tired, or it malingers
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald)
Brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet, and here's no great matter:
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
 
Sisters Beneath the Concrete by Carlos Cortez
(abridged of course)

"... Whenever people stand up
For what is justice to them
And forces of repression
Seek to throttle their voices,
All people are each other's brothers and sisters...

...Where linger yet the bloodstains of those nameless
But unforgotten ones
Who have consigned their oppressors
To the eventual oblivion
They so richly deserve!..."
 
Song by Allen Ginsberg

The weight of the world is love
Under the burden of solitude,
under the burden of dissatisfaction
the weight,
the weight we carry is love
Who can deny?
In dreams it touches the body,
in thought constructs a miracle,
in imagination anguishes till born
in human-looks out of the heart
burning with purity-
for the burden of life is love,
but we carry the weight wearily,
and so must rest
in the arms of love at last,
must rest in the arms of love.
No rest without love,
no sleep without dreams of love-
be mad or chill
obsessed with angels or machines,
the final wish is love
-cannot be bitter, cannot deny,
cannot withhold if denied:
the weight is too heavy
-must give for no return as thought
is given in solitude
in all the excellence of its excess.
The warm bodies shine together
in the darkness, the hand moves
to the center of the flesh,
the skin trembles in happiness
and the soul comes joyful to the eye-
yes, yes, that's what
I wanted
I always wanted,
I always wanted, to return
to the body where I was born.

Most people do not know he wrote this way as well- he was pigeonholed as only a "Beat" poet 8)
 
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