((This is, quite seriously, how I started my English paper on Sonny's Blues by James Baldwin, which may or may not have been a good idea...we shall soon see))
{{Oh, and I know I finished last week with three straight from Kierkegaard, but I can't help myself...I love the guy}}
What is a poet? An unhappy man who conceals profound anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so fashioned that when sighs and groans pass over them they sound like beautiful music. His fate resembles that of the unhappy men who were slowly roasted by a gentle fire in the tyrant Phalaris' bull—their shrieks could not reach his ear to terrify him, to him they sounded like sweet music. And people flock about the poet and say to him: do sing again; Which means, would that new sufferings tormented your soul, and: would that your lips stayed fashioned as before, for your cries would only terrify us, but your music is delightful. [...] Behold, therefore would I rather be a swineherd on Amager, and be understood by the swine than a poet, and misunderstood by men.
--- Soren Kierkegaard
Constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating.
--- Joel Barish (that is to say, Jim Carrey's character in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, which is directed by Michel Gondry and written by Charlie Kaufman)
[end of quotes]
Finally, I would like to say that I for one am quite disappointed in myself that I didn't get around to any real posts this week....so tomorrow, Super Bowl Recap....or something. Hopefully.
Peace, love, and joy to you all.
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