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Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.

Samuel Beckett

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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Deep Necessary Silence Word
Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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Dance Natural Order Thinking
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
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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Beginning End Philosophy Wisdom
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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Artist Mess Task Work
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
The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
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Creation Place Time World
Do we mean love, when we say love?
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Deep Love Meaning One Liner
We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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Born Crazy Remain
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
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
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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Boredom Choice Nature Shine Sun
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Discrimination Poetry Prayer
Nothing is more real than nothing.
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One Liner Reality
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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Habit Life Perspective
If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
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Current Death Stand Yourself

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