“When I first read the dictionary, I thought it was a long poem about everything.”
— Steven Wright
April 2012
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THE THREE OAKS
by John Gould Fletcher
There are three ancient oaks,
That grow near to each other.
They lift their branches
High as beckoning
With outstretched arms,
For some one to come and stand
Under the canopy of their leaves.
Once long ago I remember
As I lay in the very centre,
Between them:
A rotten branch suddenly fell
Near to me.
I will not go back to those oaks:
Their branches are too black for my liking.
“A weird time in which we are alive. We can travel anywhere we want, even to other planets. And for what? To sit day after day, declining in morale and hope.”
— Philip K. Dick, The Man in the High Castle
“Young people everywhere have been allowed to choose between love and a garbage disposal unit. Everywhere they have chosen the garbage disposal unit.”
— Guy Debord
“It takes a long time to become young.”
— Pablo Picasso (via skmerrill3)
“They are in Love. Fuck the War.”
— Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow
