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  • #16
    John Steinbeck, East of Eden

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    • #17
      Elegy

      Oh destiny of Borges
      to have sailed across the diverse seas of the world
      or across that single and solitary sea of diverse
      names,
      to have been a part of Edinburgh, of Zurich, of the
      two Cordobas,
      of Colombia and of Texas,
      to have returned at the end of changing generations
      to the ancient lands of his forebears,
      to Andalucia, to Portugal and to those counties
      where the Saxon warred with the Dane and they
      mixed their blood,
      to have wandered through the red and tranquil
      labyrinth of London,
      to have grown old in so many mirrors,
      to have sought in vain the marble gaze of the statues,
      to have questioned lithographs, encyclopedias,
      atlases,
      to have seen the things that men see,
      death, the sluggish dawn, the plains,
      and the delicate stars,
      and to have seen nothing, or almost nothing
      except the face of a girl from Buenos Aires
      a face that does not want you to remember it.
      Oh destiny of Borges,
      perhaps no stranger than your own.

      - Jorge Luis Borges

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      • #18
        My Humps, as sung by Fergie of the Black Eyed Peas

        What you gon' do with all that junk?
        All that junk inside your trunk?
        I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
        Get you love drunk off my hump.
        My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
        My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps (Check it out)My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,


        My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
        My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
        My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
        My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
        In the back and in the front (lumps)

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        • #19
          Michael Benanav, Men of Salt: Crossing the Sahara on the Caravan of White Gold

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          • #20
            A Wicker Basket by Robert Creeley
            God, the panic within the Dems, MSM, and left must be horrifying...realizing that Joe is really the best they've got.

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            • #21
              The Emperor of Ice-Cream

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              • #22
                "Is it so nice as all that?" asked the mole, shyly...


                "Nice? It's the only thing," said the Water Rat Solemnly, as he leaned forward for his stroke. "Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing -- absolutely nothing -- half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats."


                "Simply messing...about in boats -- or with boats... In or out of 'em it doesn't matter. Nothing seems to matter, that's the charm of it. Whether you get away, or whether you don't; whether you arrive at your destination or whether you reach somewhere else, or whether you never get anywhere at all, you're always busy, and you never do anything in particular; and when you've done it there's always something else to do, and you can do it if you like, but you'd much better not."


                "Look here! If you've really nothing else on hand this morning, supposing we drop down the river together and have a long day of it.?"

                Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame
                http://thailandchatter.com/showthrea...ll=1#post45112

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                • #23
                  Col. Jessup:

                  You can't handle the truth. Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know, that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives! You don't want the truth, because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall. We use words like "honor", "code", "loyalty". We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it! I would rather you just said "thank you", and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!

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                  • #24
                    The Snow Man

                    One must have a mind of winter
                    To regard the frost and the boughs
                    Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;


                    And have been cold a long time
                    To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
                    The spruces rough in the distant glitter


                    Of the January sun; and not to think
                    Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
                    In the sound of a few leaves,


                    Which is the sound of the land
                    Full of the same wind
                    That is blowing in the same bare place


                    For the listener, who listens in the snow,
                    And, nothing himself, beholds
                    Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.


                    - Wallace Stevens

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                    • #25
                      You have great taste in poetry. Personally, I am not patient enough to search for the good stuff.

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                      • #26
                        ^ Cheers, Chesty...Not used to getting compliments...

                        There's not much I don't like when it comes to the written word...

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                        • #27
                          I would have given you a green, but the forum would not allow it. Next time.

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                            • #29
                              Survive long enough and you get to a far point in life where nothing else of particular interest is going to happen.

                              After that, if you don't watch out, you can spend all your time tallying your losses and gains in endless narrative.

                              All you love has fled or been taken away. Everything fallen from you except the possibility of jolting and unforewarned memory springing out of the dark, rushing over you with the velocity of heartbreak.

                              - Charles Frazier, Thirteen Moons

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                              • #30
                                Wish the forum would allow me to green you. I really identify with that one.

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