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“The Poet is a kinsman in the clouds
Who scoffs at archers, loves a stormy day;
But on the ground, among the hooting crowds,
He cannot walk, his wings are in the way.”
― Les Fleurs Du Mal
Who scoffs at archers, loves a stormy day;
But on the ground, among the hooting crowds,
He cannot walk, his wings are in the way.”
― Les Fleurs Du Mal
“A thousand Dreams within me softly burn:
From time to time my heart is like some oak
Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.”
― Complete Works
From time to time my heart is like some oak
Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.”
― Complete Works
“Dylan and Leonard Cohen and Patti Smith, all dark, all romantic. When I say “romantic,” I mean a sensibility that sees everything, and has to express everything, and still doesn’t know what the fuck it is, it hurts that bad. It just madly tries to speak whatever it feels, and that can mean vast things. That sort of mentality can turn a sun-kissed orange into a flaming meteorite, and make it sound like that in a song.”
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“Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.”
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“shot in the eye
shot in the brain
shot in the ass
shot like a flower in the dance
amazing how death wins hands down
amazing how much credence is given to idiot forms of
life
amazing how laughter has been drowned out
amazing how viciousness is such a constant
I must soon declare my own war on their war
I must hold to my last piece of ground
I must protect the small space I have made that has
allowed me life
my life not their death
my death not their death
this place, this time, now
I vow to the sun
that I will laugh the good laugh once again
in the perfect place of me
forever.
their death not my life.”
― Betting on the Muse: Poems & Stories
shot in the brain
shot in the ass
shot like a flower in the dance
amazing how death wins hands down
amazing how much credence is given to idiot forms of
life
amazing how laughter has been drowned out
amazing how viciousness is such a constant
I must soon declare my own war on their war
I must hold to my last piece of ground
I must protect the small space I have made that has
allowed me life
my life not their death
my death not their death
this place, this time, now
I vow to the sun
that I will laugh the good laugh once again
in the perfect place of me
forever.
their death not my life.”
― Betting on the Muse: Poems & Stories
Readers Without Borders - CT
— 12 members
— last activity Sep 04, 2014 09:14AM
Readers Without Borders was a group on Meetup for book lovers to get together and talk about good books. We meet at Panera Bread in Shelton every othe ...more
Anti-Social Bookworm Club
— 1225 members
— last activity Mar 20, 2026 01:38PM
The club is for every bookworm that is willing to talk to other humans......but only about not liking humans. This is a safe place for all of my book ...more
Lee’s 2025 Year in Books
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