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Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so./HG After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,a\mFa we ourselves flash and yearn,pL%UH and moreover my mother told me as a boyceg4 (repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're bored%!X;zn means you have noxIKGZi ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ hr Inner Resources." I conclude now I have no. inner resources, because I am heavy bored.[p Peoples bore me,-]U literature bores me, especially great literature,#'G^ Henry bores me, with his plights & gripeso? as bad as Achilles, ?e` ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ Yr2K?j who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.gQ/ And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag\V?LzJ and somehow a dog4=3 has taken itself & its tail considerably away|:9_D into the mountains or sea or sky, leavingOn4|} behind: me, wag.H2_'4O ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ %*)'R For the poem, http://www.pith.net/pithfiles/ds14.htm37 ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ V2@W Polar Bear, Art Wolfe+Xh" ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ `T0. ========================================================RS ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ M
I ove this poem :) viviKIV
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