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The Onion

puppiesnguitars — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 04:16:01 +0000

February 11, 2008

Rise Up!! Rise Up!!

puppiesnguitars — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 04:09:07 +0000

“…I wasted half my life on the thought that i’d live forever!
I wasn’t raised to seize the day, but to work and worship
’cause “he that liveth and believeth” supposedly never dies

so rise up! rise up!
and live a full life!
’cause when it’s over it’s done.

so rise up! rise up!
dance and scream and love!…”

-Cursive

Great Advice

puppiesnguitars — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 03:54:53 +0000

“Write whatever you’re gong to write.”

- Annie Dillard, In Fact

“I decline to accept the end of man.”

puppiesnguitars — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 03:53:15 +0000

” … the basest of all things is to be afraid: and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop for anything but the old verities and truths of the heart, the universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed — love and honor and pity and pride and compassion and sacrifice. Until he does so, he labors under a curse. he writes not of love but of lust, of defeats in which nobody loses anything of value, and victories without hope and worst of all, without pity or compassion. His griefs grieve on no universal bones, leaving no scars. He writes not of the heart but of the glands. …”

“… He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endure. The poet’s, the writer’s duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.”

William Faulkner’s Nobel Prize Speech
Stockholm, Sweden
December 10, 1950

Sunrise, Sunset

puppiesnguitars — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 03:47:16 +0000

“… the sunrises, the sunsets
You’re hopeful then you regret
The circle never breaks.
With a sunrise and a sunset there’s a change of heart or address
Is there nothing that remains?
For a sunrise or a sunset
You’re manic or you’re depressed,
Will you ever feel ok?
For a sunrise or a sunset, your lover is an actress
Did you really think she’d stay?
For a sunrise or a sunset
You’re either coming or you just left but you’re always on the way
Towards a sunrise or a sunset, a scribble or a sonnet
They are really just the same.
To the sunrise and the sunset,
The master and his servant have exactly the same fate,
It’s a sunrise and a sunset
From a cradle to a casket,
There is no way to escape …”

- Bright Eyes

William Blake’s London

puppiesnguitars — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 03:39:46 +0000

I wander thro’ each charter’d street,

Near where the charter’d Thames does flow,

And mark in every face I meet

Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of ever Man,

In every Infant’s cry of fear,

In every voice, in every ban,

The mind-forg’d manacles I hear:

How the Chimney-sweeper’s cry

Every blackning Church appalls,

And the hapless Soldier’s sigh

Runs in blood down Palace walls.

But most thro’ midnight streets I hear

How the youthful Harlot’s curse

Blasts the new-born Infant’s tear,

And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.