Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. (W.B. Yeats)
Here lies that which is inside no more, that which burns my mind and must be expelled. Here lies the greatest of all inventions. Here lies words.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
The Poets Revenge
The poets revenge is not to write
Not to pen a word
To starve the world of literacy
To just give up the fight
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