devJournal: the escape into living;
Journal Entry: Thu May 15, 2008, 4:33 PM
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Adoration - Listening to: Nolitus (E.S. Posthumus)
- Reading: Naomi Novik's Black Powder War
"When all the motives that lead artists to create have fallen away, and the satisfactions of vanity and the play-instinct have been exhausted, there remains the desire to construct that which has its own order, as a protest against the chaos to which all else appears condemned. While thought exists, words are alive and literature becomes an escape, not from, but into living."
- Cyril Connolly, The Unquiet Grace
I've never read anything from Cyril Connolly and I've yet to find a copy of this book. I heard the quote "words are alive and literature becomes an escape, not from, but into living," as a part of Dr. David Bayot's closing remarks at a craft lecture in La Salle last term.
I think this is a wonderful passage. Then again, I have a deep respect and love for the written word and the worlds writers create, penned down, in dreams or otherwise.
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Noey
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She thinks now, because she cannot be sure, but that plastic bag must have sailed away, forgotten, with the fuel leak that trailed a dark rainbow behind the whir of the big boats engine.
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And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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She thinks now, because she cannot be sure, but that plastic bag must have sailed away, forgotten, with the fuel leak that trailed a dark rainbow behind the whir of the big boats engine.
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~Strangers are just friends waiting to happen~
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She thinks now, because she cannot be sure, but that plastic bag must have sailed away, forgotten, with the fuel leak that trailed a dark rainbow behind the whir of the big boats engine.
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She thinks now, because she cannot be sure, but that plastic bag must have sailed away, forgotten, with the fuel leak that trailed a dark rainbow behind the whir of the big boats engine.
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"Fear the Judgment of the Council"
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She thinks now, because she cannot be sure, but that plastic bag must have sailed away, forgotten, with the fuel leak that trailed a dark rainbow behind the whir of the big boats engine.
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She thinks now, because she cannot be sure, but that plastic bag must have sailed away, forgotten, with the fuel leak that trailed a dark rainbow behind the whir of the big boats engine.
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You grow old only if you stop being young...
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"I'm sorry, was that the sound of your heart breaking?"
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She thinks now, because she cannot be sure, but that plastic bag must have sailed away, forgotten, with the fuel leak that trailed a dark rainbow behind the whir of the big boats engine.
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She thinks now, because she cannot be sure, but that plastic bag must have sailed away, forgotten, with the fuel leak that trailed a dark rainbow behind the whir of the big boats engine.
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I want to kill
but I'm ready to
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All I ever wanted was to help you.
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She thinks now, because she cannot be sure, but that plastic bag must have sailed away, forgotten, with the fuel leak that trailed a dark rainbow behind the whir of the big boats engine.
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"Yet each man kills the thing he loves"
Oscar Wilde
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She thinks now, because she cannot be sure, but that plastic bag must have sailed away, forgotten, with the fuel leak that trailed a dark rainbow behind the whir of the big boats engine.
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