"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



Sunday, February 12, 2012

Naked...A Poem...



It comes out of nowhere

The ache…
The loneliness, ennui, isolation
The longing for intellectual touch

To know and be known
A mingling of minds
Conversational intercourse
Ideas intertwined between sheets of thought
Becoming truth and one like the beast with two backs…
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