Genius sits in a glass house--but in an unbreakable one--conceiving ideas. After giving birth, it falls into madness. Stretches ou...t its hand through the window toward the first person happening by. The demon's claw rips, the iron fist grips. Before, you were a model, mocks the ironic voice between serrated teeth, for me, you are raw material to work on. I throw you against the glass wall, so that you remain stuck there, projected and stuck.... (Then come the lovers of art and contemplate the bleeding work from outside. Then come the photographers. "New art," it says in the newspaper the following day. The learned journals give it a name that ends in "ism.")LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We come altogether fresh and raw into the several stages of life, and often find ourselves without experience, despite our years.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Come, little boy, and rock asleep; Sing lullaby and be thou still;... I, that can do naught else but weep, Will sit by thee and wail my fill: God bless my babe, and lullaby From this thy father's quality.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad; O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad:... Tho' father and mither and a' should gae mad, O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Keep the home fires burning, While your hearts are yearning,... Though your lads are far away They dream of home. There's a silver lining Through the dark cloud shining; Turn the dark cloud inside out, Till the boys come home.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »