They cannot hear my present music, those
Few souls who listened to my early song;
They are far from me now who were so close,
And their first answering echo has so long
Been silent. Now my voice is heard, who knows
By whom? I shudder as the nameless throng
Applauds it. Are they still living, those friends
Whom once it moved, scattered to the world's ends?
Johan Wolfgang von Goethe
excerpt from 'Faust'
1808
"I swear to God, if I were a piano player or an actor or something and all those dopes thought I was terrific, I'd hate it. I wouldn't even want them to clap for me. People always clap for the wrong things. If I were a piano player, I'd play it in the goddam closet."
J.D. Salinger
excerpt from
'Catcher in the Rye'
1945
Self improvement is masturbation.
Tyler Derden
Fight Club
There was a philosopher who spoke of the cat that mews to be let out and then mews to be let in again. In the interim, does it exist?
Anthony Burgess
Excerpt from 'A Dead Man in Deptford'
"What youth is this, your band among,
The best for mintrelsy and song?
In his wild notes seem aptly met
A strain of pleasure and regret."
Sir Walter Scott
excerpt from 'Rokeby'
Canto Third, verse XXIX
1813
Few souls who listened to my early song;
They are far from me now who were so close,
And their first answering echo has so long
Been silent. Now my voice is heard, who knows
By whom? I shudder as the nameless throng
Applauds it. Are they still living, those friends
Whom once it moved, scattered to the world's ends?
Johan Wolfgang von Goethe
excerpt from 'Faust'
1808
"I swear to God, if I were a piano player or an actor or something and all those dopes thought I was terrific, I'd hate it. I wouldn't even want them to clap for me. People always clap for the wrong things. If I were a piano player, I'd play it in the goddam closet."
J.D. Salinger
excerpt from
'Catcher in the Rye'
1945
Self improvement is masturbation.
Tyler Derden
Fight Club
There was a philosopher who spoke of the cat that mews to be let out and then mews to be let in again. In the interim, does it exist?
Anthony Burgess
Excerpt from 'A Dead Man in Deptford'
"What youth is this, your band among,
The best for mintrelsy and song?
In his wild notes seem aptly met
A strain of pleasure and regret."
Sir Walter Scott
excerpt from 'Rokeby'
Canto Third, verse XXIX
1813
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- I am a 42 year old man from North Carolina (United States)
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I've come now to that final moment,
to that dark place which all men face31 lines, 5 comments, August 16 -
The cemetary gates stood open,
arms of stone and steel,52 lines, 2 comments, August 12 -
Will seasons pass before we meet?
We have spent our lives in separate worlds,30 lines, 4 comments, August 11 -
"Aren't you afraid of missing out on eternity," she said to me.
35 lines, 6 comments, August 11
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Tweedle Dum : Okay. on August 11I dont usually do this, but you just passed the cool test. so your going on my favorite. TOODLES AGAIN. lolol.
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ladyhelenaofsorrows on October 21, 2008i really like your page, i adore the catcher in the rye, and it's detatched protagonist.
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ourgirlFriday : Still waters run deep on October 7, 2008Just thought I'd stop by. Your poems are always a delight to read; the quotes on your page are, well...something else. There's more than meets the eye here.
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Nature Song : Welcome to AP on June 18, 2008Sorry I am late in getting to make a comment on your home page. It has been my pleasure writing with you now, and getting to know you as a friend.
Keep penning those great writes of yours!
~Sie
