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  • #1
    Vladimir Mayakovsky
    “A line is a fuse
    that's lit.
    The line smolders,
    the rhyme explodes—
    and by a stanza
    a city
    is blown to bits.”
    ― Vladimir Mayakovsky

  • #2
    Vladimir Mayakovsky
    “If you like
    I'll be furious flesh elemental,
    or- changing to tones that the sunset arouses- if you like-
    I'll be extraordinary gentle,
    not a man but - a cloud in trousers.”
    ― Vladimir Mayakovsky, The Bedbug and Selected Poetry

  • #3
    Vladimir Mayakovsky
    “Formerly I believed books were made like this: a poet came, lightly opened his lips, and the inspired fool burst into song – if you please! But it seems, before they can launch a song, poets must tramp for days with callused feet, and the sluggish fish of the imagination flounders softly in the slush of the heart. And while, with twittering rhymes, they boil a broth of loves and nightingales, the tongueless street merely writhes for lack of something to shout or say”
    ― Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky, The Bedbug and Selected Poetry

  • #4
    Vladimir Mayakovsky
    “Gentle souls!
    You play your love on the violin.
    The crude ones play it on the drums violently.
    But can you turn yourselves inside out, like me
    And become just two lips entirely?”
    ― Vladimir Mayakovsky

  • #5
    Vladimir Mayakovsky
    “On I’ll pass,
    dragging my huge love behind me.
    On what
    feverish night, deliria-ridden,
    by what Goliaths was I begot –
    I, so big
    and by no one needed?”
    ― Vladimir Mayakovsky

  • #6
    Vladimir Mayakovsky
    “The love boat has crashed against the everyday
    You and I, we are quits
    And there is no use listing mutual hurts, sorrows, and pains.”
    ― Vladimir Mayakovsky, Selected Poems

  • #7
    Luis Buñuel
    “God and Country are an unbeatable team; they break all records for oppression and bloodshed.”
    ― Luis Bunuel

  • #8
    John Steinbeck
    “I know three things will never be believed - the true, the probable, and the logical”
    ― John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent



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