The Heart
by Stephen Crane.
I'm not jealous because it's beautiful, I'm jealous because it's true.
It's not so hard to write poetry, it's just hard to write true poetry: it's hard to take a dream and let all the color and smoke drip out of it, leave it as just a bald and honest thing.
The Heart is the extreme side of honesty, because the "creature" in The Heart, the beast, isn't really a creature. It's a man. Usually we lie about that sort of thing.
Usually we don't write it down.
Cheers,
Syl
You know what I am jealous of, I am jealous of that picture. I want it for my blog. Dripping smoke. . . fantastic.
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ReplyDeleteyou really need to catch up on your blog posts..
so yeah. just thought i'd let you know.
By the way, I love your music down there. Very similar styles you and I. I wonder, oh how I wonder who you are.
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