The Life Theoretic

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2. Crapulous Impression Crapulous Impression(To J. S.) Still life, still life…the high-lights shine Hard and sharp on the bottles: the wine Stands firmly […]...
3. A PECK OF GOLD Dust always blowing about the town, Except when sea-fog laid it down, And I was one of the children told […]...
4. Sympathy SympathyThe irony of being two…! Grey eyes, wide open suddenly, Regard me and enquire; I see a face Grave and […]...
5. Sheep SheepSeeing a country churchyard, when the grey Monuments walked, I with a second glance, Doubting, postponed the apparent judgement day […]...
6. Perils of the Small Hours Perils of the Small HoursWhen life burns low as the fire in the grate And all the evening’s books are […]...
7. DEATH You will live death, in your life, If all you do with your life, is avoid death. My goal is […]...
8. The Choice The ChoiceComrade, now that you’re merry And therefore true, Say – where would you like to die And have your […]...
9. Bądź grzeczny (be kind) Bądź grzeczny zawsze jesteśmy proszeni o zrozumienie czyjegoś punktu widzenia nieważne jak przestarzałego głupiego czy nieznośnego ktoś jest proszony o […]...
10. Samuel Beckett „Dieppe” 1 DIEPPE again the last ebb the dead shingle the turning then the steps towards the lighted town 2 my […]...
11. Œmierć PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY (1792-1822) Death Death is here, death is there, Death is busy everywhere, All around, within, beneath, Above […]...
12. Requiescat Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden […]...
13. Do – PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY (1792-1822) To – I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden, Thou needest not fear mine; My spirit is […]...
14. A Woman Waits for Me A Woman Waits for Me A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking […]...
15. FRIIK What’s my problem, Here’s my problem, My problem is that I’m Too visual to be blind, Too audiological to be […]...
16. Eye´s Shadows I was running across the platform because I was mad. Because I was completely delirious. I was running after the […]...
17. Robert E. Howard – Lines written in the realization that I must Die The Black Door gapes and the Black Wall rises; Twilight gasps in the grip of Night. Paper and dust are […]...
18. Compassion One can only change his/her view Of a situation in life by death Death of the body, and mind, Surrending […]...
19. The wings EDBURGA: I am Edburga, and the daughter of Ulf. My mother was a slave. For she was sold, And given […]...
20. Complaint ComplaintI have tried to remember the familiar places, – The pillared gloom of the beechwoods, the towns by the sea, […]...
21. The Waste Land – I. Burial of the Dead April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, strirring Dull roots with […]...
22. [ANG] Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird I Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the black bird. II I was of […]...
23. [ANG] The Sense Of The Sleight-Of-Hand Man One’s grand flights, one’s Sunday baths, One’s tootings at the weddings of the soul Occur as they occur. So bluish […]...
24. Infant Sorrow My mother groand! My father wept. Into the dangerous world I leapt: Helpless, naked, piping loud Like a fiend hid […]...
25. Books and Thoughts Books and ThoughtsOld ghosts that death forgot to ferry Across the Lethe of the years – These are my friends, […]...
26. The Preface The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim. The critic […]...
27. At This Moment of Time Some who are uncertain compel me. They fear The Ace of Spades. They fear Loves offered suddenly, turning from the […]...
28. „Autum” Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows, And all of summer’s stunning afternoons will be gone. I already hear […]...
29. ‚OUT, OUT–‚ The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when […]...
30. Duty free fear Duty free fear is all I am. Darkened by the sun’s magic hand. The moon appear trivial, in disguise, Above […]...
31. Helas! To drift with every passion till my soul Is a stringed lute on which can winds can play, Is it […]...
32. Sonet VI Oto finał spektaklu mego; tutaj milę Ostatnią niebo znaczy u kresu mej drogi, Ostatni krok stawiają umęczone nogi W gnuśnie […]...
33. In a Station of the Metro In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. […]...
34. The Ideal Found Wanting The Ideal Found Wanting I’m sick of clownery and Owlglass tricks; Damn the whole crowd of you! I hate you […]...
35. Valedictory ValedictoryI had remarked – how sharply one observes When life is disappearing round the curves Of yet another corner, out […]...
36. Coda Coda O my songs, Why do you look so eagerly and so curiously into people’s faces, Will you find your […]...
37. 511 (If you were coming in the Fall…/Gdybyś miał przyjść Jesienią…) If you were coming in the Fall, I’d brudh the Summer by With half a smile, and half a spurn, […]...
38. T. S. Eliot – Rhapsody on a Windy Night Twelve o’clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Disolve the floors of […]...
39. The Waste Land – V. What the Thunder Said After the torchlight red on sweaty faces After the frosty silence in the gardens After the agony in stony places […]...
40. T. S. Eliot – Morning at the Window They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, And along the trampled edges of the street I am aware of […]...