HOST2WORDS

I'm Mark. The internet is very fun. This is my generally words weblog. MARKODORE64 is my generally geeky weblog and DIALMFORMARK is my generally movies weblog. I probably have more you don't know of. ^_^

November 29, 2012 at 4:41pm

Prose is when all the lines except the last go on to the end. Poetry is when some of them fall short of it.

— Jeremy Bentham

October 24, 2012 at 6:29pm

Death is the enemy. Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding o Death! The waves broke on the shore.

— Virginia Woolf

May 19, 2012 at 11:17pm

Poetry is a kind of lying.

necessarily. To profit the poet

or beauty. But also in

that truth may be told only so.

— Jack Gilbert

November 14, 2011 at 8:48pm

to see what is
in front of one’s
nose requires a
constant struggle

— George Orwell

November 7, 2011 at 10:50am

Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid.

— William Shakespeare, http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/181011, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HratBHy1B0Y

October 24, 2011 at 8:34pm

Parents are dependent on a greater society for economic provision. If a community values its children it must cherish their parents.

— Bowlby, 1951

February 21, 2010 at 12:00am

tales
of what could never have been actual
were better than the haggish, uncompanionable drawl of certitude;

— Marianne Moore, In This Age of Hard Trying, Nonchalance Is Good and, 1916

February 20, 2010 at 12:00am

commuters’ comforts? Not for these
the paper nautilus
constructs her thin glass shell.

— Marianne Moore, The Paper Nautilus, 1961

February 18, 2010 at 12:00am

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;

— William Shakespeare, Sonnet 55, ca. 1600