Are They Listening

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

We derive our vitality from our store of madness.
By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing.
The obsession with where your from is characteristic of the man who can neither live nor die, and whose attention never swerves from this double impossibility.

Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the gardener's the poet's equal there.
You are done for a living dead man not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.
The fanatic is incorruptible if he kills for an idea, he can just as well get himself killed for one; in either case, tyrant or martyr, he is a monster.

Criticism is a misconception we must read not to understand others but to understand ourselves.
The fear of being deceived is the vulgar version of the quest for Truth.
We are not accidents why take it all so seriously.

 


Submitted: May 06, 2021

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