When I am doing someone a favor I have not been asked for, I am doing myself a favor. Of course I have every right to do myself a favor but at least I need to have the curtsey to not expect anything in return.
سهشنبه، آذر ۰۷، ۱۳۹۱
چهارشنبه، آبان ۱۷، ۱۳۹۱
"I am warning you Javert
I'm a stronger man by far
There is power in me yet
My race is not yet run."
-The confrontation
I'm a stronger man by far
There is power in me yet
My race is not yet run."
-The confrontation
دوشنبه، آبان ۱۵، ۱۳۹۱
من مرام ندارم.
من در کمال صحت عقل اعلام می کنم که آدم بی مرامی هستم.
و هنوز این همه ماجرا نیست.
من از آدمهای با مرام متنفرم.
من معتقدم نیم مشکلات دنیا به خاطر مرام است.
و معتقدم دنیا جای سالمتری بود اگر همه آدمهای با مرام را از کشتی به دریا می ریختند.
اگر خودتان را آدم با مرامی می دانید، حتی اگر از سر فروتنی آن را به زبان نمی آورید، دور و بر من نگردید. آبمان با هم در یک جوب نمی رود.
من در کمال صحت عقل اعلام می کنم که آدم بی مرامی هستم.
و هنوز این همه ماجرا نیست.
من از آدمهای با مرام متنفرم.
من معتقدم نیم مشکلات دنیا به خاطر مرام است.
و معتقدم دنیا جای سالمتری بود اگر همه آدمهای با مرام را از کشتی به دریا می ریختند.
اگر خودتان را آدم با مرامی می دانید، حتی اگر از سر فروتنی آن را به زبان نمی آورید، دور و بر من نگردید. آبمان با هم در یک جوب نمی رود.
یکشنبه، آبان ۰۷، ۱۳۹۱
No shadow
No stars
No moon
No cars
November
It only believes
In a pile of dead leaves
And a moon
That's the color of bone
No prayers for November
To linger longer
Stick your spoon in the wall
We'll slaughter them all
November has tied me
To an old dead tree
Get word to April
To rescue me
November's cold chain
Made of wet boots and rain
And shiny black ravens
On chimney smoke lanes
November seems odd
You're my firing squad
November
With my hair slicked back
With carrion shellac
With the blood from a pheasant
And the bone from a hare
Tied to the branches
Of a roebuck stag
Left to wave in the timber
Like a buck shot flag
Go away you rainsnout
Go away blow your brains out
November
Tom Waits - November
سهشنبه، مهر ۱۱، ۱۳۹۱
Have ye beheld with much delight
A red rose peeping through a white?
Or else a cherry double graced
Within a lily? Centre placed?
Or ever marked the pretty beam
A strawberry shows half drowned in cream?
Or seen rich rubies blushing through
A pure smooth pearl, and orient too?
So like to this, nay all the rest,
Is each neat niplet of her breast.
Robert Herrick: Upon the Nipples of Julia's Breast
A red rose peeping through a white?
Or else a cherry double graced
Within a lily? Centre placed?
Or ever marked the pretty beam
A strawberry shows half drowned in cream?
Or seen rich rubies blushing through
A pure smooth pearl, and orient too?
So like to this, nay all the rest,
Is each neat niplet of her breast.
Robert Herrick: Upon the Nipples of Julia's Breast
یکشنبه، مرداد ۲۲، ۱۳۹۱
If I were a swan, I'd be gone.
If I were a train, I'd be late.
And if I were a good man,
I'd talk with you
More often than I do.
If I were to sleep, I could dream.
If I were afraid, I could hide.
If I go insane, please don't put
Your wires in my brain.
If I were the moon, I'd be cool.
If I were a book, I would bend for you.
If I were a good man, I'd understand
The spaces between friends.
If I were alone, I would cry.
And if I were with you, I'd be home and dry.
And if I go insane,
And they lock me away,
Will you still let me join in the game?
If I were a swan, I'd be gone.
If I were a train, I'd be late again.
If I were a good man,
I'd talk with you
More often than I do.
If I were a train, I'd be late.
And if I were a good man,
I'd talk with you
More often than I do.
If I were to sleep, I could dream.
If I were afraid, I could hide.
If I go insane, please don't put
Your wires in my brain.
If I were the moon, I'd be cool.
If I were a book, I would bend for you.
If I were a good man, I'd understand
The spaces between friends.
If I were alone, I would cry.
And if I were with you, I'd be home and dry.
And if I go insane,
And they lock me away,
Will you still let me join in the game?
If I were a swan, I'd be gone.
If I were a train, I'd be late again.
If I were a good man,
I'd talk with you
More often than I do.
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