Dreaming

Jul 18, 2005 15:09

Poetry is as blind as an ass. It sings to the air, yet produces nothing ( Read more... )

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alicemeichi July 19 2005, 00:15:00 UTC
"I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend... I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last, and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust.

But I can pretend."

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raccaldin36 July 19 2005, 02:18:47 UTC
You put quotation marks around that; where is it from?

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zealot July 19 2005, 04:57:04 UTC
It's from Sandman #48, Brief Lives, by Neil Gaiman. Awesome quote!

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makimonster July 19 2005, 00:54:07 UTC
I like poetry, it may not produce anything, but it induces feelings and connects me to things I didn't find relation to before. :)

S.

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zealot July 19 2005, 04:58:23 UTC
That's a cool explanation for it.

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