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“I think of published poets that you could know of...I think [Rainer Maria Rilke] probably has the most great published poems of any poet [...] but Rilke himself was an asshole. If you look at his biography, he was probably misogynist; he was a liar, a cheat; he was a terrible father; he was selfish; he put people down; he had no consideration for anyone [...] yet, he transcends that in his greatest poems. There's that ineffable, spiritual quality - that he himself couldn't reach! But somewhere underneath that reptilian exterior, that asshole exterior of Rainer Maria Rilke, there was some good that came through – like these little sunbursts coming through clouds – that had that moment. And he'd write the Duino Elegies, he'd write the New Poems, and somewhere, that came through. And that's an amazing thing: you can have a lot of great people who are great individuals, who are loving and caring – and they can't do that. And that's not to say that their lives are meaningless, but they will never be able to affect anyone past the propinquity of their existence. They are never going to be able to affect someone in China; they are never going to be able to affect someone in 2132 the way Rilke can. And that specialness needs to be acknowledged; that specialness needs to be upheld; it needs to be rewarded, and people need to say, 'Goddamn – that's a good thing! It's a good thing that people make art!”

“Robert Ingersoll's character was as nearly perfect as it is possible for the character of mortal man to be... none sweeter or nobler had ever blessed the world. The example of his life was of more value to posterity than all the sermons that were ever written on the doctrine of original sin... The genius for humor and wit and satire of a Voltaire, a wide amplitude of imagination, and a greatness of heart and brain that placed him upon an equal footing with the greatest thinkers of antiquity. He stands, at the close of his career, the first great reformer of the age. {Thomas' words at the funeral of the great Robert Ingersoll}”

“Not marble nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme, But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmeared with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn And broils roots out the work of masonry, Nor mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out to the ending doom. So, till judgement that yourself arise, You in this, and dwell in lovers eyes.”

“Almost I feel the pulsebeat of the ages, Now swift, now slow, beneath my fingertips. The heartthrobs of the prophets and the sages Beat through these bindings; and my quick hand slips Old books from dusty shelves, in eager seeking For truths the flaming tongues of the ancients tell; For the words of wisdom that they still are speaking As clearly as an echoing silver bell. Here is the melody that lies forever At the deep heart of living; here we keep The accurate recorded discs that never Can be quite silenced, though their makers sleep The still deep sleep, so long as a seeker finds The indelible imprint of their moving minds.”

“এইখানে এইখানে সমুদ্র ঢুকে যায় নদীতে নক্ষত্র মেশে রৌদ্রে এইখানে ট্রামের ঘন্টীতে বাজে চলা ও থামার নির্দেশ এইখানে দাঁড়িয়ে চার্মিনার ঠোঁটে আমি রক্তের হিম ও ঊষ্ণতা ছুঁয়ে উঠে আসা কবিতার রহস্যময় পদধ্বনি শুনি-শুনি কবিতার পাশে আত্মার খিস্তি ও চীৎকার এইখানে অস্পষ্ট কু-আশার চাঁদ এইখানে ঝরে পড়ে গনিকার ঋতুস্রাবে এইখানে ৩২৩ খ্রীষ্টপূর্বাব্দের কোন গ্রীকবীর রমন বা ধর্ষণের সাধ ভুলে ইতিহাসে গেঁথে দ্যায় শৌর্য ও বীর্য এইখানে বিষ্ণুপ্রিয়ার শরীরের নরম স্বাদ ভুলে একটি মানবী থেকে মানবজাতির দিকে চলে যায় চৈতন্যের উর্ধ্ববাহু প্রেম-সর্বোপরি ইতিহাস ধর্মচেতনার ওপর জেগে থাকে মানুষের উত্থিত পুরুষাঙ্গ এইখানে এইখানে কবর থেকে উঠে আসা অতৃপ্ত প্রেমিকের কামদগ্ধ কয়েকলক্ষ উপহাসের মুখোমুখি বেড়ে ওঠে আমার উচ্চাশা এইখানে প্রকৃত প্রশ্নিল চোখে চোখ পড়লে কুঁকড়ে যায় আমার হৃদপিণ্ড এইখানে এইখানে সশ্রদ্ধ দৃষ্টির আড়ালে যাবার জন্য পা বাড়াতে হয় আমি নারী মুখ দ্যাখার ইচ্ছায় মাইলের পর মাইল হেঁটে দেখি শুধু মাগীদের ভিড় সাতাশ বছর-একা একা সাতাশ বছর বেক্তিগত বিছানায় শুয়ে দেখি মেধাহীন ভবিষ্যৎ জরাগ্রস্ত স্নায়ুমণ্ডলীর পাশে কবিদের কবির কবিতা চারিধারে ঢিবি দেওয়ালের নীরেট নিঃশক্ত অন্ধকার।”

“My charge, then, in putting down my pen, and giving over this work to posterity, is this: Take the time. Take the time to preserve the stories, the photographs, the small mementos that mean so much. This is your legacy to future generations. Give it the attention it deserves. Your children and your grandchildren will thank you for it.”

“My father would take me into the voting booth with him when I was little. He also took me house to house raising Dollars for Democrats. He was gone by the time I turned 30, but I feel him with me every time I vote, even if there's no booth anymore and no lever to pull to ensure privacy. I took my mother to vote every single election after she stopped driving, even when she was in an assisted living residence. Never would we pass up the opportunity to vote.”