Truly great people were once called weird so that today, you aren’t called anything.

So I come alive
my many shapes rising from one rejection
to let light pass through.

I am legacy – the umbra of jeepneys,
walls, motorcycles, fences – and yet I’m lonely..
You hurry past me without glancing..
I open myself to you,
I throw myself at your feet..
– Shadow and Pedestrian by Vincent Serrano

The danger is not just melodrama but imprecision and, occasionally, something close to nonsense.
– James Wood , Red Planet.

When we are struck at without a reason, we should strike back again very hard;
I am sure we should-so hard as to teach the person who struck us never to do it again.
-Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre

Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And Hope without an object cannot live.
– Coleridge

It is hard to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.


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