December 2010
4 posts
the reading
He lay down on a blanket in the grass
To read a book that he had heard about
But the words, too heavy for his hands,
Sank into the earth, pulling him along.
They dragged him past society’s layers.
Nervousness grew as he neared the centre
And the intensity rose so quickly
As all of his conceptions were challenged.
His head was bombarded with new ideas,
Fascinating theories and high ideals....
“One Letter Is Enough
for Xia
one letter is enough
for me to transcend and...”
– Liu Xiaobo, the winner of the 2010 Nobel Peace Prize (via fierypants)
“Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I...”
– Walt Whitman
lost in another surrender to passion.
who knows how long this shall last?
like waiting hours to take one trip on the roller coaster,
all for that brief thrill when you top the hill
and begin the descent, arms raised and breath stolen.
it will end eventually, at death if not before.
to gauge the wager, to calculate the risk
is the ongoing struggle with the romantic.
so far, so good,...