But the joke is the truth.
We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Drink is for pleasure and sleep perhaps for joy.
And a thinking mind is peace though some would not say.
Greatness is far away
Just a flood of magic came
Lilacs bloom
As street lamps illuminated
Thoughts of you
Things going to happen
Pink clouds
Fog goes
I breath in the sweet vapors
Swings are moving in rhythm
Hardly average.
Lilacs bloom
As street lamps illuminated
Thoughts of you
Things going to happen
Pink clouds
Fog goes
I breath in the sweet vapors
Swings are moving in rhythm
Hardly average.
With James Joyce and Hemingway around 1935 literary coflicts were happening.
Wallace Stevens started throwing punches at Hemmingway at a party for example.
The Wasteland by Eliot was to make for a bleak vision of the future.
Yes world war two was amazingly destructive and horrifying and the flippers of the jazz age were gone. Also sexual language in literature was widening since the "genius" of Ulysses made it difficult to stop in court.
America was heading torwards the future in a rather dry academic way no doubt to impress the world.
The Wasteland by Eliot was to make for a bleak vision of the future.
Yes world war two was amazingly destructive and horrifying and the flippers of the jazz age were gone. Also sexual language in literature was widening since the "genius" of Ulysses made it difficult to stop in court.
America was heading torwards the future in a rather dry academic way no doubt to impress the world.
Time was ending
Once upon a time
There was no stopping it
Not even insanity would win
The clock does spin.
The flute does play
How dull
How dull
Goat jumped from rock to rock
His face was smiling
Goat was in love with happiness.
There was no stopping it
Not even insanity would win
The clock does spin.
The flute does play
How dull
How dull
Goat jumped from rock to rock
His face was smiling
Goat was in love with happiness.
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