We hold these truths to be self-evident: that water is best; that gold like glittering fire shines out through the night surpassing the wealth of great men; that if my soul desires to sing games, it should look no further than the sun for any warmer star shining out through the barren ether; and that we shall not speak of any contest better than

Σαράντισες, πουλάκι μου, καὶ θὰ πενηνταρίσος ( Read more... )

Why is nothing as good as bread?

( the too-personal poem is under erasure )

Muddy Waters
Alice Waters
Alice Walker
T-Bone Walker

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BEFORE I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe,

Great Love, some legacies ; I here bequeath
    Mine eyes to Argus, if mine eyes can see ;
    If they be blind, then, Love, I give them thee ;
    My tongue to Fame ; to ambassadors mine ears ;
            To women, or the sea, my tears ;
        Thou, Love, hast taught me heretofore
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Alas! our fragile masculinity ( Read more... )

Of what use are we singers?

Of what use are we singers
what good we cuckoo-callers
if no fire spurts from our mouths
no brand from beneath our tongues
and no smoke after our words!