...quotes...

One death is a tragedy. A million deaths is a statistic.--Josef Stalin
We're all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.- oscar wilde

Theses are works from various poets, and works from those poets/authors. ... hope you enjoy....

I stepped from the air-conditioned compartment onto the station platform, and the motherly breath of the suburbs enfolded me. It smelt of lawn sprinklers and station wagons and tennis rackets and dogs and babies. A summer calm laid its soothing hand over everything like death. – Sylvia Plath

The flowers nodded like bright, knowledge children as I trundled them down the hall. – Sylvia Plath

I woke warm and placid in my white cocoon. A shaft of pale, wintry sunlight, dazzled the mirror and the glasses on the bureau and the metal doorknobs. From across the hall came the early-morning chatter of the maids in the kitchen, preparing the breakfast trays. – Sylvia Plath

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be a shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of a shadow. There was shadow in the bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people’s eyes and smiles, and shadow miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth. – Sylvia Plath

When they asked a Roman Philosopher or other how he wanted to die, he said he would open his veins in a warm bath. I thought it would be easy, lying in the tub and seeing the redness flower from my wrists, flush after flush through the clear water, till I sank to sleep under a surface gaudy as poppies. – The Bell Jar

"We’ll take up where we left off, Esther," she had said, with her sweet, martyr’s smile. "We’ll act as if all this were a bad dream."

A bad dream.

To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream.

A Young Punk pees on an office chair.

Still life depict a cluster of yellow tomatoes or the day's newspaper.  

and The 8 phases haunt me again...

"Two sheep on a lawn can be more shocking these days than any blood fest."  -- unknown

"If such a lofty ambitions keep artists awake at night, he has only to look out the window of his mind, at his apocalyptic lawn and count the lambs."-- unknown

"What I find most beautiful, things being what they are.  The dignity of aging, a person who's okay with his or her time and place."-- Dj slims

"What is control, its founded on experience, which is just knowledgeable words for learning coincidence."-- unknown

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The lone couch of his everlasting sleep, gentle and brave, and generous, no lorn bard breathed over his dark fate one melodious sigh:

He lived, he died, he sung, in solitude.  Strangers have wept to hear his passionate notes, and virgins, as unknown he passed, have pined and wasted for fond love of his wild eyes.  The fire of those soft orbs has ceased to burn, and silence, too enamored a that voice,  locks its mute music in her rugged soul.-- Percy Shelley