You've said a lot here... But I suspect you actually want to love people. You just don't know how and you haven't found somebody to practice with it. If you sing and dance and look cute... That's a show of affection for your fans, all by itself. If you're an idol, "I love you" will come up in your song lyrics all the time. Besides, while you're saying you love everybody it may turn into the truth.
“Come along and sing a song and join the jamboree,-"
I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive. A year ago, six months ago, I thought that I was an artist. I no longer think about it, I *am*. Everything that was literature has fallen from me. There are no more books to be written, thank God.
This then? This is not a book. This is libel, slander, defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty . . . what you will. I am going to sing for you, a little off key perhaps, but I will sing. I will sing while you croak, I will dance over your dirty corpse. . . .
To sing you must first open your mouth. You must have a pair of lungs, and a little knowledge of music. It is not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar. The essential thing is to want to sing. This then is a song. I am singing.
Sayfa 2 - Grove PressKitabı okudu
"Between dawn and dawn a new
truth came to me.
I shall not be a shepherd, nor a gravedigger. I do not want to even speak again with the people – for the last time have I spoken to a dead person.
I shall join the creators, the harvesters, the celebrators: I shall show them the rainbow and all the steps to the overman.
I shall sing my song to lonesome and twosome hermits, and for him who still has ears for the unheard of, I shall make his heart heavy with my happiness.
I want to go to my goal, and I go my own way; over the hesitating and dawdling I shall leap. Thus let my going be their going under!”
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Mules and asses were led into Hagia Sophia to carry away the loot but were unable to keep their footing on the polished floors of ancient polychromatic marble and slipped and fell; somehow maddened by this difficulty, the looters slashed the terrified animals open with their knives. The floor became slippery with blood and the muck of excrement from their punctured bowels. A prostitute, evidently not expelled from the camp, was set on the patriarch’s throne ‘and started to sing a wretched song and danced about, spinning and turning’.
Resim
Resim sanatına o kadar ket vurmadılar. Geleneksel olarak yine bilgin seçkinlerin konusu olan resmi Kubilay ve yanındaki Moğollar daha kolay anlıyorlardı, çünkü onu takdir edebilmeleri için dil gibi büyük bir engeli aşmaları gerekmiyordu. Kağanın gösteriş merakı da görsel sunumlara daha çok duyarlı olmalarına neden oluyordu. Kubilay,
Bknz yeni mottom
I'm always right.
You're always wrong.
If you don't like it,
Sing another song.
Sayfa 120Kitabı okudu
And my Mother, pretending she could neither see nor hear me, would Sting herself higher and higher, all the time continuing to sing at the top of her voice some song like: ' Daisy, Daisy, Give Me Your Answer Do.'
...When I was young,
I had not given a penny for a song
Did not the poet sing it with such airs
That one believed he had a sword upstairs;
Yet would be now, could I but have my wish,
Colder and dumber and deafer than a fish.
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This wind told him no secrets, had no song to sing. It was a wind of death, of cold, of nothing.
