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An orange-colored man with horrifically-styled hair and the best words ran for president of the United States. He won.
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Pigs, Presidents, and Porn Stars
There’s a lesson you learn quickly and profoundly growing up on a farm: if you want to catch a pig, you better be willing to get dirty. That lesson runs counter to the media high-mindedness I read today after a Saturday night rally in Pennsylvania where President Donald Trump called journalist Chuck Todd a “sleepy […]
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“It's none of their business that you have to learn how to write. Let them think you were born that way.”
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“The only end of writing is to enable readers better to enjoy life or better to endure it.”
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“However convenient this dwelling, we cannot remain here.”
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“As Robin Morgan wrote so wisely, "Hate generalizes, love specifies". That's what makes going on the road so important. It definitely specifies.”
― My Life on the Road
― My Life on the Road
“The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.”
― The Collected Poems
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.”
― The Collected Poems
