I Think I Was Enchanted by Emily Dickinson I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful— And whether it was noon at night— Or only Heaven—at Noon— For very Lunacy of Light I had not power to tell— The Bees—became as Butterflies— The Butterflies—as Swans— Approached—and...
“From the fool’s gold mouthpiece the hollow horn plays wasted words. Proves to warn that he not busy being born is busy dying.” -Bob Dylan, It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding) Though the New Year was rung in over a week ago, this Saturday, January 9th 2016, the first...
“The limits of my language means the limits of my world.” - Ludwig Wittgenstein, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus The human imagination works in tandem with language to create the vision of reality that you perceive as your “known world”. The limits of this known world, as Wittgenstein stated, are...
In Memoriam, [Ring out, wild bells] by Lord Alfred Tennyson "Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true. . .” Happy New Year! This is the first...
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