Well, this will be my third voice on the web: 1) facebook 2) myspace and finally 3) a blog. All this implies that I feel like I need to be heard and that others actually want to hear it. I most likely have mistaken the latter, but, nevertheless, will still pursue to shout on the web with ignorant bliss, assuming someone is listening. I have a quote book that holds collaged pages of lyrics and quotes from my favorite books, songs, and movies. I also have a journal that many times is unorganized and belated. This blog will seek to combine the two books oh so dear to my heart in a more vague fashion. So here it goes, blog number one...
From "Terrence, This is Stupid Stuff" by A.E. Housman
Why, if ’tis dancing you would be,
15
There’s brisker pipes than poetry.
Say, for what were hop-yards meant,
Or why was Burton built on Trent?
Oh many a peer of England brews
Livelier liquor than the Muse,
20
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God’s ways to man.
Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink
For fellows whom it hurts to think:
Look into the pewter pot
25
To see the world as the world’s not.
From "Terrence, This is Stupid Stuff" by A.E. Housman
Why, if ’tis dancing you would be,
15
There’s brisker pipes than poetry.
Say, for what were hop-yards meant,
Or why was Burton built on Trent?
Oh many a peer of England brews
Livelier liquor than the Muse,
20
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God’s ways to man.
Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink
For fellows whom it hurts to think:
Look into the pewter pot
25
To see the world as the world’s not.
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