“ Art hurts. Art urges voyages - and it is easier to stay at home. ”
Surely--But I am very off from that.From surely. From indeed. From the decent arrowthat was my clean naivete and my faith.This morning, men deliver wounds and death.They will deliver death and wounds tomorrow.And I doubt all. You. Or a violet.
~ Gwendolyn Brooks
She was afraid to suggest to him that to most people, nothing happens. That most people merely live from day to day until they die. That, after he had been dead a year, doubtless fewer than five people would think of him oftener than once a year. That there might even come a year when no one on earth would think of him at all.
Live not for Battles Won.Live not for The-End-of-the-Song. Live in the along.
Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies.And be it gash or gold it will not comeAgain in this identical disguise.
