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What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.

Samuel Beckett

All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Discrimination Poetry Prayer
But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!
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Moments Place Time
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
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Forget Myself Time
If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
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Current Death Stand Yourself
We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
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Cry Dead Greatness Growth Habit Old Time
I gave up before birth.
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Born Give Up Myself
If I was dead, I wouldn’t know I was dead. That’s the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.
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Death Enjoyment Myself
Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
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Blind Eyes Fools See
Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher’s regular, what normal woman wants affection?
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Affection Love Myself Normal Woman
But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.
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End Greatness Light Myself Patience Shadow Shine
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
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Alone Darkness Feeling Myself
Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
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Better Failure Inspirational Time Try
All has not been said and never will be.
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Talk Voice Word
We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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Born Crazy Remain
Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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Dance Natural Order Thinking
He who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.
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End Enough Forever Wait Wasted Time

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