“Oh, darling, my eyes were on the dance floor. They were on you dancing with my brother. Why do you think I’ve been drinking?”
“Oh, darling, my eyes were on the dance floor, they were on you dancing with my brother. Why do you think I’ve been drinking?”
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“Inside my head, the war is everywhere.
I’m on the cliff of myself & these aren’t wings, they’re futures.
For as long as I can remember my body was the mayor’s nightmare.
Now I’m a beautiful short loser dancing in the green.
You think I’ll need a gun where we’re going?”
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For instance, I stand at the seashore, alone, and start to think. There are the rushing waves... mountains of molecules, each stupidly minding its own business... trillions apart... yet forming white surf in unison.
Ages on ages. before any eyes could see... year after year... thunderously pounding the shore as now. For whom, for what?... on a dead planet, with no life to entertain. Never at rest... tortured by energy... wasted prodigiously by the sun... poured into space. A mite makes the sea roar.
Deep in the sea, all molecules repeat the patterns of one another till complex new ones are formed. They make others like themselves... and a new dance starts. Growing in size and complexity... living things, masses of atoms, DNA, protein... dancing a pattern ever more intricate.
Out of the cradle onto the dry land... here it is standing
... atoms with consciousness... matter with curiosity. Stands at the sea... wonders at wondering...
I... a universe of atoms... an atom in the universe.
Lot’s Wife
They say I looked back out of curiosity.
But I could have had other reasons.
I looked back mourning my silver bowl.
Carelessly, while tying my sandal strap.
So I wouldn’t have to keep staring at the righteous nape
of my husband Lot’s neck.
From the sudden conviction that if I dropped dead
he wouldn’t so much as hesitate.
From the disobedience of
The waiting was interminable. I do not know how much time passed on the clock, that nameless and universal time of clocks that is alien to our emotions, to our destinies, to the inception and ruin of love, to a death vigil. But by my own time it was a vast and complex temporal space filled with figures and turnings back, at times a dark and
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“Going clubbing” was always her request, but I couldn’t stand all that. A night under a colored lightbulb over twenty-dollar cocktails, getting hit on by skinny Indian engineers, not dancing, a stamp on the back of my hand I couldn’t scrub off. I felt vandalized.
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Tanrı Sevgidir
"Sevgili kardeşlerim, birbirimizi sevelim. Çünkü sevgi Tanrı'dandır. Seven herkes Tanrı'dan doğmuştur ve Tanrı'yı tanır. Sevmeyen kişi Tanrı'yı tanımaz. Çünkü Tanrı sevgidir."
-Yuhanna:7-8
"Beloved, let us lone one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God. Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love."
-John:7-8
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I love this cocky, self-assured, yet equally selfless and loving man. No other can ever replace him. I never thought it was possible to love someone like this. Unyielding passion and endless appreciation. Like he hangs the moon before dancing with me under it. Noah never letting a day go by where he doesn’t tell or show me how he loves me. A broken masterpiece no longer defined by his past.
“A pretty mother on earth is better than a beautiful dead one in the sky even if she did leave you all alone to go dancing.”
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Old gangsters never die, except for the few that fall asleep in cinemas at midnight. Lay there sprawling in the footlights for the usherette or the ice cream girl to find. And if I die, God knows I might, don’t let me die in black and white, don’t make me share a haunted screen with every other ghost boy who stood trembling in the foyer drinking
Can animals talk? If, in order to qualify as ‘talkers’ they have to utilize all the design characteristics of human language ‘naturally’, the answer is clearly ‘no’. Some animals possess some of the features. Birdsong has duality, and bee dancing has some degree of displacement. But, as far as we know, no animal communication system has duality and displacement. No animal system can be proved to have semanticity or to use structure-dependent operations. Above all, no animal can communicate creatively with another animal, and no animal can mind-read with the ease and efficiency of humans.
However, I must give myself credit for a little sense on one occasion, at least. And it was a serious occasion, too-a crisis in my life-a crisis when I stood watching my dreams and my plans for the future and the work of years vanish into thin air. It happened like this. In my early thirties, I had decided to spend my life writing novels. I was
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We are travelers on a cosmic journey,stardust,swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share.This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.
