Art of Living.
Behing Every Great Novelist.
Yes we are...
aren't we?
Home for Deranged by 2headedsnake
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Allen Ginsberg, “An Eastern Ballad”
I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.
Perfect care has made her bleak.
I never dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.
I wake to see the world go wild.
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I tried to drown my sorrows but they learned how to swim.
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— Voltaire
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Sculptor Deborah Baldizar
“I liken my sculptures to maps. Each one is a physical description of an emotional place.
Through my work I seek to identify discreet body language that might betray a private thought or reveal a hidden emotion. I am most interested in raw moments of self-reflection, inner thought and questioning.” - Deborah Baldizar
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