"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Friday, September 21, 2012

Dreams...

 
Empty is the poet
The words have withered like the lepers hand
 Exhausted by stilted hope
Stifled in loneliness and ennui
Beyond now is forever
And before forever was yesterday
Winter comes when summer dies
And snow buries dreams
In cold dark caverns
Over which
The poet walks wrapped in scarf and wool
Reciting under frozen breath ~ The Hollow Men
Only these words audible
“Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow…”
 
 

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