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Oh, Minneapolis How I Long For Thee.

James Wright - "Outside Fargo, North Dakota"

Along the sprawled body of the derailed Great Northern freight car,
I strike a match slowly and lift it slowly.
No wind.

Beyond town, three heavy white horses
Wade all the way to their shoulders
In a silo shadow.

Suddenly the freight car lurches.
The door slams back, a man with a flashlight
Calls me good evening.
I nod as I write good evening, lonely
And sick for home.
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A random post made on a random day at a random time.

And that was random, and it had no point at all. It was either this or go finish homework...

A warning: Never attempt to read Aristotle's Poetics, unless you want to fall asleep. Just don't. Okay, so that wasn't random.
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Hmm. . .

It's always dead in here. Let's discuss "To his Coy Mistress" by Marvell.

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv'd virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

Ah, metaphysical poets. You gotta love them. I mean comparing love to a vegetable. . .but he really doesn't care about love, he just wants to get in her pants. In ways this is a lot like Donne's "The Flea". Anyway, what do you guy's think.
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Has anyone read this book? What do you think about Humbert? Is he a pervert, a controlling prick that wants everything his way? Or a loving, caring, father figure that liked to bone his step daughter? I think he loved Dolly and Dolly loved him, but not in the same way. The last couple of chapters prove this. I just think he was a misguided bloke who was attracted to younger women that made a terrible mistake. What are your guys' views on it?
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Nought's had, all's spent,
Where our desire is got without content:
'Tis safer to be that which we destroy
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.

- Lady Macbeth, III, ii, 4-7

There are some quality quotes in Macbeth, that's for sure.
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