I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed,
"For beauty" I replied.
"And for truth. Themself are one.
And so, as kinsmen met at night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lip
And covered up our names.
~Emily Dickinson
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So what is everyone doing today?
funny shit
Adjusted in the tomb
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed,
"For beauty" I replied.
"And for truth. Themself are one.
And so, as kinsmen met at night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lip
And covered up our names.
~Emily Dickinson
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So what is everyone doing today?
funny shit
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here is something by william meredith
THOUGHTS ON ONE'S HEAD
(in plaster with a bronze wash)
A person is very self-conscious about his head.
It makes one nervous just to know it is cast
In enduring materials, and that when the real one is dead
The cast one, if nobody drops it or melts it down, will last.
We pay more attention to the front end, where the face is,
Then to the interesting and involute interior:
The Fissure of Rolando and such queer places
Are parks for the passions and fear and mild hysteria.
The things that go on there! Erotic movies are shown
To anyone not accompanied by an adult.
The marquee out front maintains a superior tone:
Documentaries on Sharks and the Japanese Tea Cult.
The fronts of some heads are extravagantly pretty.
These are the females, Men sometimes blow their tops
About them, launch triremes, sack a whole city.
The female heads are mounted on roccoco props.
your beautiful head makes me want to sack a whole city.