Some Tasty Bits.

So here are some snippets and bits that I have come across over the last few days in my vast and extensive (and entirely assigned by my professors) reading . . .

From T.S. Elliot –

A “Sweeny” is a vulgar person.

If you’re ever in Brighton and looking for a good time, the Hotel Metropole is known to be a good place for a sexual rendezvous.

And these bitchin’ lines:
“… when the human engine waits/Like a taxi throbbing waiting,”

“And a clatter and a chatter from within”

From Emily Dickinson –

“After great pain, a formal feeling comes”

“This is the hour of lead”

From Sandra Cisneros –

“(The house is) small and red with tight steps in front and windows so small you’d think they were holding their breath.”

From Robert Creeley –

“I think I grow tensions/like flowers/in a wood where/nobody goes”

From Tristan Tzara (who was a bat-shit insane Dadaist.) –

“… lamentation slows down progress.”

“I don’t want to put fences round what people call principles, when what is at stake is freedom.”

“The rest, called literature, is a dossier of human imbecility for the guidance of future professors.”

From the super-cool television program Psych -
“That is an anti-tank weapon and you are pointing it … at yourself.”

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