“There's a certain Slant of light, Winter afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us— We can find no scar, But internal difference, Where the Meanings, are.... When it comes, the Landscape listens— Shadows—hold their breath— When it goes, 'tis like the Distance On the look of Death.” GivingLooksLightCertainDifferencesHurtShadowBreathsDistanceWinterLandscapeTunesInternalsHeavenlyAfternoonScarCathedrals Author:Emily Dickinson
“Start your own revolution, cut out the middleman In a perfect world we'd all sing in tune But this is reality so give me some room So join the struggle while you may The Revolution is just a t-shirt away” WorldGivingMayRealityPerfectRoomsStruggleCuttingRevolutionGive MeShirtsTunesT ShirtA Perfect WorldMiddlemen Author:Billy Bragg
“Terence, this is stupid stuff: You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see the rate you drink your beer. But oh, good Lord, the verse you make, It gives a chap the belly-ache. The cow, the old cow, she is dead; It sleeps well the horned head: We poor lads, 'tis our turn now To hear such tunes as killed the cow. Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme Your friends to death before their time. Moping, melancholy mad: Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.” GivingWellsEnoughTurnsStuffSleepPoorLordClearStupidDrinkHumorousMadRateBeerTunesMelancholyCowsVersesRhymeBellyAchePipeLadChapsSleep Well Author:A. E. Housman