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Skribent: Simon
Emne: Re: Poetisk fryd..
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Hønsemand...
Lad ikke kopier fra kompost vise alt om dig og dit liv, ikke andre mennesker skabe strofen der klinger dit liv - skab den selv!
Men du er måske bange for ansvaret? ;)
mvh
Simon
P.s.: Inden vi ser os for, kryber ormene i os og vi har intet længere at sige. Glem derfor alt om hvad nogen før dig har følt for deres bibler o.a. novellepsykologier. Hold op med at lade gamle fabeldyr synge dit requiem!
Også denne herre havde lidt at slås med, bl.a. sin fars hensygen og døen, en afslutning livet def. må trodse med al sin kraft:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
- Dylan Thomas.
Forøvrigt er tråden her lige som debatten død, syng du hellere de sidste sange om gudedrømmen sammen med lægprædikanten og Jens/Thomas osv..;)
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