There were no clouds, the sun was going down in a limpid, gold-washed sky. Just as the lower edge of the red disk rested on the hi...gh fields against the horizon, a great black figure suddenly appeared on the face of the sun. We sprang to our feet, straining our eyes toward it. In a moment we realized what it was. On some upland farm, a plough had been left standing in the field. The sun was sinking just behind it. Magnified across the distance by the horizontal light, it stood out against the sun, was exactly contained within the circle of the disk; the handles, the tongue, the share--black against the molten red. There it was, heroic in size, a picture writing on the sun.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A great black presence beats its wings in wrath. Above the boneyard burn its golden eyes.... Some small grey fur is pulsing in its grip.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is nothing fiercer than a failed artist. The energy remains, but, having no outlet, it implodes in a great black fart of rag...e which smokes up all the inner windows of the soul. Horrible as successful artists often are, there is nothing crueler or more vain than a failed artist.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamor With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour... Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The male sense of space must differ from that of the female, who has such interesting, active, and significant inner space. The sp...ace that interests men is outer. The fly ball high against the sky, the long pass spiraling overhead, the jet fighter like a scarcely visible pinpoint nozzle laying down its vapor trail at 40,000 feet, the gazelle haunch flickering just beyond arrow-reach, the uncountable stars sprinkled on their great black wheel, the horizon, the mountaintop, the quasar--these bring portents with them and awaken a sense of relation with the invisible, with the empty. The ideal male body is taut with lines of potential force, a diagram extending outward; the ideal female body curves around centers of repose.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The years like great black oxen tread the world, And God the herdsman treads them on behind,... And I am broken by their passing feet.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What we call little things are merely the causes of great things; they are the beginning, the embryo, and it is the point of depar...ture which, generally speaking, decides the whole future of an existence. One single black speck may be the beginning of a gangrene, of a storm, of a revolution.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. On the farm the weather was the grea...t fact, and men's affairs went on underneath it, as the streams creep under the ice. But in Black Hawk the scene of human life was spread out shrunken and pinched, frozen down to the bare stalk.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I do not think that what is called Love at first sight is so great an absurdity as it is sometimes imagined to be. We generally ma...ke up our minds beforehand to the sort of person we should like, grave or gay, black, brown, or fair; with golden tresses or raven locks;--and when we meet with a complete example of the qualities we admire, the bargain is soon struck.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Ladies and gents. The time has passed. The time has passed. Got to be a better way. I say to you, can't any longer, oh no, can't a...ny longer, play off black against old, young against poor. This country cannot house its houseless. Feed its foodless. They're demanding a government of the people. Peopled by people. Our faith. Our compassion. Our courage on the gridiron. The basic indifference that made this country great.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »