Any fool
can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
[truisms *]
"the poems i write that i like are the ones that sort of tumble out of me quickly, without too much thought. i know that's supposed to be bad, and i'm supposed to think endlessly about the perfect word or phrase or iambic pentameter, but i can't be bothered. so my poetry will never be great. but it speaks what i need it to speak and for now that is more than enough. and i appreciate the great poets and no longer worry that i don't write like that."
... i think of what hobie said : beauty alters the grain of reality. and i keep thinking too of the more conventional wisdom : namely, that the pursuit of pure beauty is a trap, a fast track to bitterness and sorrow, that beauty has to be wedded to something more meaningful.
- from : THE GOLDFINCH, donna tartt, p. 760
out of damp
and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us,
conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not
how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. woe to the thinker who is not the
gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.
ony when things are investigated is knowledge extended
only when knowledge is extended are thoughts sincere
only when thoughts are sincere are minds rectified
only when minds are rectified are the characters of persons cultivated
only when character is cultivated are our families regulated
only when families are regulated are states well governed
only when states are well governed is there peace in the world
only when knowledge is extended are thoughts sincere
only when thoughts are sincere are minds rectified
only when minds are rectified are the characters of persons cultivated
only when character is cultivated are our families regulated
only when families are regulated are states well governed
only when states are well governed is there peace in the world
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