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Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear

Samuel Beckett

Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.
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Dangerous Kill Memories Mindset Thinking Yourself
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Discrimination Poetry Prayer
Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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Dance Natural Order Thinking
To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
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Change Myself Transformation
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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Humanity Intelligence Philosophy Poet
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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Artist Mess Task Work
There is no escape from yesterday because yesterday has deformed us, or been deformed by us. The mood is of no importance. Deformation has taken place.
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Destruction Escape Important Past Place
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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Desert Lonely Love Man
In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe.
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Head Myself Universe Window
All has not been said and never will be.
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Talk Voice Word
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
But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.
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Born Death Live Myself
Do we mean love, when we say love?
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Deep Love Meaning One Liner
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
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
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
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Better Failure Inspirational Repeat Try
If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.
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Fear Invention Myself Question
Better hope deferred than none.
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Better Choice Hope
To restore silence is the role of objects.
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Object Restore Role Silence
I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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Alive Help Myself Worth
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
The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.
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Greatness Machine Ourselves Time
I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
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Conversation Myself Polite Try
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
Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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Clothes Thinking Word
Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
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Deep Listening Meaning Silence Wisdom Word
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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Death Forget Man

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