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"...the events that led me to comprehend that art can transform pain." Roman Polanksi

"Women have a thirst for order and beauty as for something physical; there is a strange female power of hating ugliness and waste as good men can only hate sin and bad men virtue." Chesterton

"The riddles of God are more satisfying than the solutions of man." Chesterton

"To the humble man, and to the humble man alone, the sun is really a sun; to the humble man, and to the humble man alone, the sea is really a sea." Chesteron

"Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass." Steinbeck

"Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket--safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable." Lewis

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Tuesday, November 25, 2003

Fallen

Remember when we used to dance on a tight rope made of gold?
We hummed His mode and strolled so bold
Atoned and unassailable

Remember when we used to shriek, impaled on a cross of brass?
We shriveled and gagged, lived our funereal mass
Forfeited and defenseless.

How did I tumble from the heights?
To what subtly-stepped ladder did I carelessly surrender?
Here, I'll burn my glutted ears of cotton and lepros legs of wood
To sing the tune and prance the jig on euphoria once again.

you people!

posted by Michael | 11:48 PM

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