"They fed their hearts on fantasies
And their hearts have become savage"
George Oppen, I think; a bastardization of Yeats's:
"We had fed the heart on fantasies,
The heart's grown brutal from the fare;
More Substance in our enmities
Than in our love; O honey-bees,
Come build in the empty house of the stare."
Good morning, fresh Bloggersphere!
Monday, May 30, 2011
Good Evening, Everyone....
"Eventually it comes to you: the thing that makes you exceptional, if you are at all, is inevitably that which must also make you lonely..."
-- Lorraine Hansberry
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