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The story of man
Makes me sick Inside, outside, I don't know why Something so conditional And all talk Should hurt me so. I am hurt I am scared I want to live I want to die I don't know Where to turn In the Void And when To cut Out For no Church told me No Guru holds me No advice Just stone Of New York And on the cafeteria We hear The saxophone O dead Ruby Died of Shot In Thirty Two, Sounding like old times And de bombed Empty decapitated Murder by the clock. And I see Shadows Dancing into Doom In love, holding TIght the lovely asses Of the little girls In love with sex Showing themselves In white undergarments At elevated windows Hoping for the Worst. I can't take it Anymore If I can't hold My little behind To me in my room Then it's goodbye Sangsara For me Besides Girls aren't as good As they look And Samadhi Is better Than you think When it starts in Hitting your head In with Buzz Of glittergold Heaven's Angels Wailing Saying We've been waiting for you Since Morning, Jack Why were you so long Dallying in the sooty room? This transcendental Brilliance Is the better part (of Nothingness I sing) Okay. Quit. Mad. Stop. -Jack Kerouac |
#12
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"Terrence, this is stupid stuff:
You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see the rate you drink your beer. But oh, good Lord, the verse you make, It gives a chap the belly ache. The cow, the old cow, she is dead; It sleeps well the horned head: We poor lads, 'tis our turn now To hear such tunes as killed the cow. Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme Your friends to death before their time Moping Melancholy mad: Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad." Why if 'tis dancing you would be, There's brisker pipes than poetry. Say, for what were hop-yards meant, Or why was Burton built on Trent? Oh many a peer of England Brews Livelier liquor than the muse , And malt does more than Milton can To justify God's ways to man. Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink For fellows whom it hurts to think: Look into the pewter pot To see the world as the world's not. And faith, 'tis pleasant till 'tis past: The mischief is that 'twill not last. Oh I have been to Ludlow fair And left my necktie God knows where, And carried half-way home or near, Pints and Quarts of Ludlow beer: Then the world seemed none so bad, And I myself a sterling lad; And down in lovely much I've lain, Happy till I woke again.Till I saw the morning sky: Heigho, the tale was all a lie; The world, it was the old world yet, I was I, my things were wet, And nothing now remained to do But begin the game anew. Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill, And while sun and moon endure Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure, I'd face it as a wise man would, And train for ill and not for good. 'tis true, the stuff I bring for sale Is not so brisk a brew as ale: Out of a stem that scored the hand I wrung it in a weary land. But take it: if the smack is sour, The better for the embittered hour; It should do good to heart and head When your soul is in my sould's stead; And I will friend you, if I may, In the dark and cloudy day. There was a king reigned in the East: There, when kings will sit to feast, They get their fill before they think With poisoned meat and poisoned drink. He gathered all that springs to birth From the many-venomed earth; First a little, thence to more, He sampled all her killing store; And easy, smiling, seasoned sound, Sate the king when healths went rough. They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up: They shook to see him drink it up: They shook, they stared as white's their shirt: Them it was their poison hurt. - I tell the tale that I heard told. Mithridates, he died old. -A.E. Housman You fail at life if this isn't one of your favorite works. |
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no offense. [/ QUOTE ] dude, this is oot. flame him to [censored] for his ignorance. don't back off with that "no offense" bull [censored]. completely hurts ur point when u say that. |
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If I actually forced myself to read that I would kill myself.
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[ QUOTE ] no offense. [/ QUOTE ] dude, this is oot. flame him to [censored] for his ignorance. don't back off with that "no offense" bull [censored]. completely hurts ur point when u say that. /quote] Point taken. I take it back. I intend offense. Be offended. Retard. |
#17
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If I actually forced myself to read that I would kill myself. [/ QUOTE ] have some cream soda instead |
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i personally prefer the root beer.
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i personally prefer the root beer. [/ QUOTE ] |
#20
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And English departments that force students to read it should be done away with. It's gay. And for an analogy: Poetry : Literature actually worth reading :: Finger paintings by a blind kid with Down Syndrome : Mona Lisa [/ QUOTE ] first of all, you do realize that poetry is the oldest form of literature? ever wonder why the "novel" is called that? because it was new. the first artistic expression of every civilization's language was in the form of poetry. second of all, do you listen to rock bands or other popular music? if so, do you think those guys putting words to music and singing them is "gay" too? |
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