Monday, 2 January 2012
Decoding the Impoortant Words of the Impoortant Pooems written by the Impoortant Pooets!!
For Love is Immortality.
"C'mon, pass the lighter, man."
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
"Has anyone seen my gun?"
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
"Sometimes in life you'll feel detonative; at other times you'll feel gentle. Why not relish both states while you're still alive, yo?!"
The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot be.
Children begin by loving their parents; after a time they judge them; rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.
"Just disown your adults already, kids."
Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table.
W. H. Auden
"Good morning, lover!"
A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.
"Sheep are people, too."
Love is the only gold.
Lord Alfred Tennyson
"Invest low, sell high, and always, always anticipate stock splits and early dividend payouts."
Sex is interesting, but it's not totally important. I mean it's not even as important (physically) as excretion. A man can go seventy years without a piece of ass, but he can die in a week without a bowel movement.
"Love is eternal."
Friendship is a sheltering tree.
"Axes make money; shade makes cold."
To insist on purity is to baptize instinct, to humanize art, and to deify personality.
"Throw some dust in me!"
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
David Herbert Lawrence
"Be your own florist!"
I found my voice was a reaction to all that voice stuff.