January 2012
13 posts
I am lost, I am
thetargetbird:
where everything silent became
as useful as a pomegranate,
where everything became
a bloody seed and a bore
and a bulldozer in the meadow,
where everything in the second
stanza was brave and jaunty
and real cool and June-hot,
where everything settled
at the bottom of the brook
and was sifted and cut
and kept me up all night,
where everything got dingy
and reverted to...
Music is the wine which inspires one to new generative processes, and I am Bacchus who presses out this glorious wine for mankind and makes them spiritually drunken. ~Ludwig van Beethoven
I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their intellects. A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies.
A woman has to be intelligent, have charm, a sense of humor, and be kind. It’s the same qualities I require from a man.
October 2011
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