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Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.

T. S. Eliot

Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
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Failure Writing
We must not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we began and to know the place for the first time.
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Exploration Place Time Travel
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
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Communication Poetry Understand
It’s not wise to violate the rules until you know how to observe them.
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Rule See Wisdom
I should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
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Myself Sea Silence
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
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Election Fake Live Peace Politics
I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.
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Greatness Learning Let Go Myself
Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
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Body Lover Need Talk Thinking True Love
I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.
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Myself Photograph Suffering
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
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Myself Pieces Ruin
Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.
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Mess Success
It will do you no harm to find yourself ridiculous. Resign yourself to be the fool you are. We must always take risks. That is our destiny.
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Destiny Fools Harm Ourselves Risk Yourself
We don’t actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace.
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Absence Death Fade Fear Ourselves
For you know only a heap of broken images
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Break Photograph Yourself
We read many books, because we cannot know enough people.
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Book Enough People Reading
You are the music while the music lasts.
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Last Music Yourself

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