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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.

Samuel Beckett

All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Discrimination Poetry Prayer
There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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Head Heart Myself
I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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Alive Help Myself Worth
Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.
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Best Chance Fire Happiness Myself
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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Beginning End Philosophy Wisdom
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
You won’t believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.
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Accomplishment Attempt Believe Better Failure Impossible Repeat
Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.
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Home Myself Rain Window Writing
To restore silence is the role of objects.
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Object Restore Role Silence
Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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Clothes Thinking Word
I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
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Hard Time Mess Myself Silence Stain
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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Artist Mess Task Work
I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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Feeling Myself Record
What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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Happiness Unknown
The essential doesn’t change.
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Change Essence One Liner
For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.
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Better Fools Horrible Imagination Life Stay

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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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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