There are places I remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I’ve loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I’ll never ever lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more

Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more

- In My Life, From The Beatles’ Rubber Soul album

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“You must be the change you wish to see in the world.”

- Gandhi

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In English: “God, protect me from my friends. I’ll take care of my enemies!”

- Jacques Mesrine

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one
l

iness

- e.e. cummings

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As I sd to my
friend, because I am
always talking, — John, I

sd, which was not his
name, the darkness sur-
rounds us, what

can we do against
it, or else, shall we &
why not, buy a goddamn big car,

drive, he sd, for
christ’s sake, look
out where yr going.

- Robert Creeley, I Know A Man

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i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

- e. e. cummings, i carry your heart with me

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The alphabet.

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Love, Love, Love. Love, Love, Love. Love, Love, Love.
There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done.
Nothing you can sing that can’t be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how
to play the game. It’s easy.
Nothing you can make that can’t be made.
No one you can save that can’t be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how
to be you in time. It’s easy.

All you need is love. All you need is love.
All you need is love, love. Love is all you need.
All you need is love. All you need is love.
All you need is love, love. Love is all you need.

Nothing you can know that isn’t known.
Nothing you can see that isn’t shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be. It’s easy.

All you need is love. All you need is love.
All you need is love, love. Love is all you need.
All you need is love (All together, now!) All
you need is love. (Everybody!)
All you need is love, love. Love is all you
need (love is all you need).

Yee-hai!
Oh yeah!
She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.
She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.

- The Beatles, All You Need Is Love

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[I]

Smiled that kind of icy blue smile of a noonday
Reckoning, the tied together two of tell-tale pictures
I’ve sketched in sand castle plots and plans. similar
Starting points, both for sin and shooting blanks. but
It’s always the unseen sharp pang; the awkward rhythm
Of the dance like a tick-tock clock in that heart of
Hearts repeating, “there is no happy here, there is no
Happy here…” devil may care touches trickled down
Spine, thigh, and breast may never truly illuminate
The finer art of heartwork.

[II]

I was turning over with the sheets, and facing the
Arched back thinking of how my eyes, half-opened,
Caught her arm moving from side to side, but never to
Me. it’s all connected by blank words to tell empty
Promises of clumsy miscommunication. so we say what we
Will, to see what we may, to find a Biblical knowing
Enfolded within the next few hours. it’s too bad, too
Tragic… I spent myself choking on the motions
Leading up to said misfortune.

- Saetia, Some Natures Catch No Plagues

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Leonard Cohen, Let Us Compare Mythologies

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