Peter's Scrapbook"But man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated."
- Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night ;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends--
It gives a lovely light!
- Edna St. Vincent Millay, A Few Figs From Thistles
[chronicling creative burnout]
"Rough wind, that moanest loud
Grief too sad for song;
Wild wind, when sullen cloud
Knells all the night long;
Sad storm, whose tears are vain,
Bare woods, whose branches strain,
Deep caves and dreary main, -
Wail, for the world's wrong!"
- Percy Shelley, Dirge
[written before he died at sea]
Who am I? I'm a poet. My business? Writing.
How do I live? I live.
In my happy poverty I squander like a prince,
my poems and songs of love.
In hopes and dreams and castles-in-air,
I'm a millionaire in spirit .
—Rodolfo, Puccini's La Bohème
"The test of literature is, I suppose, whether we ourselves live more intensely for the reading of it."
- Elizabeth Drew
Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.
- Virginia Wolfe
"This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper."
- T.S. (Thomas Stearns) Eliot, The Hollow Men
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. OnlyThere is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
- T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
From the wreck of the past, which hath perish’d,
Thus much I at least may recall,
It hath taught me that what I most cherish’d
Deserved to be dearest of all: In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
- Lord Byron, To Augusta
[written for his half-sister, after being exiled for incest]
Your mother says I'm a stranger;
My face you'll never see no more.
But there's one promise, darling,
I'll see you on God's golden shore.
Through this open world I'm about to ramble,
Through ice and snows, sleet and rain,
I'm about to ride that mornin' railroad,
P'raps I'll die on that train.
I'm going back to Colorado,
The place I started from.
If I'd knowed how bad you'd treat me,
Honey I never would have come.
- Bob Dylan, Man of Constant Sorrow
I knew a lovely girl with such pretty pride,
and every man wanted her, yeah and so did I.
Yeah, and so did I. But she up and died
in a fit of vanity.
Now men with purple hearts carry silver guns.
And they'll kill a man for what his father's done.
But what my father did, you know it don't mean shit.
I'm not him.
...
Now I don't know why, but I still try to smile
when they talk at me like I'm just a child.
Well, I'm not a child. No, I am
much younger than that.
- Conor Oberst (Bright Eyes), Don't Know When But a Day is Gonna Come
(Don't move along)
He carries along
(Cause things they will go wrong)
From a distant place
(The end is getting closer)
He's on his way
(Day by day)
He'll bring decay
In shades of grey
We're doomed to face the night
Light's out of sight
...
I cannot be freed, I'm falling down
As time runs faster, moves towards disaster
The ferryman will wait for you, my dear
And then there was silence
Just a voice from the other world
Like a leaf in an icy world
Memories will fade
Misty tales and Poems lost
All the bliss and beauty
Will be gone
Will my weary soul find release for a while
At the moment of death I will smile
It's the triumph of shame and disease
- Hansi Kursch (Blind Guardian), And Then There Was Silence
I
Tried to fuck a fuckin' pirate in the ass
Ar, me and me first mate ya scurvy cur
Tried to fuck a fuckin' pirate
But I found the dog
Ar, that was no pirate man, that was thy own sister.
(It's A Mexican pirate)
- Tom DeLonge (Blink 182), Fuck A Dog
... Okay, the last one was a joke.
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How long have you been writing? You have quite a style.
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So what kind of stuff do you have planned in future? It seems like you have plenty around to be inspired by. I think I'll move to Belgium, hahaha.
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