#26
Posted: 2/2/10 at 7:24pm
A few personal favorites:
Fidelity is more than mere display:
It's what a man expects from life.
Fidelity like mine to Desiree
And Charlotte, my devoted wife.
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What is the source of this congestion
That I must learn to rise above?
Is there a name for this condition?
Yes, there's a name...
And it is hell.
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I soon found out, beyond all doubt,
The scope of this disaster,
But I hadn’t the face to return to my place,
And break it to my master.
A nurserymaid is not afraid
Of what you people call work,
So I made up my mind to go as a kind
Of piratical maid-of-all-work.
Fidelity is more than mere display:
It's what a man expects from life.
Fidelity like mine to Desiree
And Charlotte, my devoted wife.
____________
What is the source of this congestion
That I must learn to rise above?
Is there a name for this condition?
Yes, there's a name...
And it is hell.
----------
I soon found out, beyond all doubt,
The scope of this disaster,
But I hadn’t the face to return to my place,
And break it to my master.
A nurserymaid is not afraid
Of what you people call work,
So I made up my mind to go as a kind
Of piratical maid-of-all-work.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body
