Art is parasitic on life, just as criticism is parasitic on art.
quote by Harry S. Truman
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Ticks & Leeches
Suck and suck. suckin up all you can suckin up all you can suck.
Workin up under my patience like a little tick.
Fat little parasite. suck me dry.
My blood is bruised and borrowed. you thieving bastards.
You have turned my blood cold and bitter,
Beat my compassion black and blue.
Hope this is what you wanted.
Hope this is what you had in mind.
Cuz this is what youre getting.
I hope youre choking. I hope you choke on this.
I hope youre choking. I hope you choke on this.
Taken all I can taken all I can, we can take. taken all you can taken you can,
We can take.
Got nothing left to give to you.
Blood suckin parasitic little blood suckin parasitic little
Blood suckin parasitic little tick
Take what you want and then go.
Suck me dry.
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you had in mind?
Is this what you wanted?
Cuz this this is what youre getting.
I hope, I hope, I hope you choke.
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Every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage.
quote by William S. Burroughs
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I feel like I can handle a lot of things. I can handle a parasitic infection and separating lesions, arterial sclerosis. But this stuff...I just want to go through life thinking people are happy, naive as that may sound.
quote by Andrew Schneider
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I cannot persuade myself that a beneficent and omnipotent God would have designedly created parasitic wasps with the express intention of their feeding within the living bodies of Caterpillars.
quote by Charles Darwin
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The communism of Marx seeks a strong state centralization, and where this exists, there the parasitic Jewish nation - which speculates upon the labor of people - will always find the means for its existence.
quote by Mikhail Bakunin
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Can The Evil Sleep
can the evil sleep
will you go to bed tonight
all that is good is lost
i've given up the fight
will you decide to keep
your eternal evil right
a parasitic host
bringing darkness into light
I wouldn't describe that ""position"" as ""parasitic."" I'd describe that experience as ""edifying."" I don't merely write from a critical intellectual distance. I actually live around here.
quote by Bruce Sterling
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Leech and the Crew cut Hypocrite
His pet is a leech well-being,
Lives in his hidden pocket
And it goes to Parliament with him.
It listens to the country’s laws.
This parasitic living is a great help to the Minister
As the parasite purifies his blood
And he dreams of a welfare state.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Tapeworm
I feel a bowel disorder
And the doctor advised;
'Take some worm treatments.'
How could I withdraw my lifelong parasitic friend
We suffered together in my hard times?
* I dedicate this scribbling to my friend Nick Percowycz of Anchorville,
Michigan who's long lull worries me.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Between The Names
To delegate death,
a mirror condenses the human sorrow
with an unclouded
penury.
The suffering competes
with debt and pain,
to find the difference between
just and unjust.
Prayer was not the full answer
to cross the beyond
of starvation.
A parasitic twin always rides
on your shoulder.
That infant of sun lied on earth
in the afterwords.
I heard someone crying
between the names.
poem by Satish Verma
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If government, or those in positions of power and authority, can silence criticism by the argument that such criticism might be misunderstood somewhere, there is an end to all criticism, and perhaps an end to our kind of political system. For men in authority will always think that criticism of their policies is dangerous. They will always equate their policies with patriotism, and find criticism subversive.
quote by Henry Steele Commager
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Safehomemakers
These women here are treacherous,
Backstabbing and vicious,
Malignantly malicious
Parasitic pirrhana fishes.
These women here are seething,
Broken, bruised and bleeding;
Maddened by their needing,
Angry for not foreseeing.
These women here are fighters
Of burning not of fires,
Of energetic liars,
Of apologetic criers.
These women here are smart:
They know what breaks the heart
Is not the end or start
But the breaking of the heart.
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A Prostitute's Lament
Be silent please,
this is a court order!
someone shouts in a high pitch.
'You are my honoured sir,
I can swear more than a thousand times.
The woman in the mirror in front of you
isn't me.'
'Then who are you? '
'I beg your pardon sir,
you must have lost your memory
or you may purposely trying to hide
our fairy-tale.
my sweet-scented childhood days
and the innocent golden rose; my chastity flower
how you plucked in a parasitic manner?
The mirror exactly shows the Cruelty, Tyranny
and the dark side of our parable,
isn't it? '
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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There Is This Worm
there is this worm
as usual slimy and long and despised
that gets inside your skin
and you cannot just dispel it out from your system
it asks for a home
and you give one of the pores of you skin
it asks for food
and you become all too willing to share a part of your flesh
and it stays there
and you allow it and you begin to talk like friends
and you welcome it
simply because you have been all too alone
now despite this parasitic relationship
between you and this worm
you keep on keeping it
and they are angry at you and always pester you
with their own philosophies and one day they become silent
you tell them: what do i lose? i have long been nothing anyway.
i don't have any. Not even a lock of hair from you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Virus In Moment 2012
The word is now a virus... The word may once have been a healthy neural cell. It is now a parasitic organism that invades and damages the central nervous system. Modern man has lost the option of silence. Try halting your s
ub-vocal speech. Try to achieve even ten seconds of inner silence. You will encounter a resisting organism that forces you to talk.
(William S. Burroughs)
Are you already a virus or a vile of inner talks?
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Hallowmas Eve
He stood erect, still and silent
like a wax museum figure
in an inconspicuous nook
hidden in nocturnal darkness.
His long, needlelike canines gleamed
in the moons ebbing subdued light.
Blood red fleshy folds encompassed
these parasitic instruments.
Two grand, black, membranous wings hung
close to his sides, down to his feet.
On a sudden, voices were heard
Trick-or-treaters were approaching,
nearing his ambush location.
With anxious anticipation
his webbed wings began to quiver.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Labour — Capital — Land
IN that rich Archipelago of sea
With fiery hills, thick woods wherein the mias
Browses along the trees, and god-like men
Leave monuments of speech too large for us,
There are strange forest-trees. Far up, their roots
Spread from the central trunk, and settle down
Deep in the life-fed earth, seventy feet below.
In the past days here grew another tree,
On whose high fork the parasitic seed
Fell and sprang up, and finding life and strength
In the disease, decrepitude and death
Of that it fed on, utterly consumed it,
And stands the monument of Nature's crime!
So Labour with his parasites, the two
Great swollen Robbers, Land and Capital,
Stands to the gaze of men but as a heap
Of rotted dust whose only use must be
To rich the roots of the proud stem that killed it!
poem by Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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Sit in the Darkness
Kill off the brood,
A parasitic maniac
With blood for its food
A fearful necropheliac
Sit in the dark
A message written in the sand
Suffer the bark
Of the dog that sits in dark Siam
She is his way,
A light so bright you cannot see
He is her clay
A mold of inner thought debris
Stand in her light,
His eyes now frozen, try to bleed
Suffer the bite
Of the maggot grown inside her seed
Lay on the floor,
A killer, crazed, will try to cry
Go back for more
As the final brood now tries to die
Now all is said
So sit in dark and try to hide
Now that they’re dead,
By rules of death you must abide
poem by Jack Cropes
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The Age
My beast, my age, who will try
to look you in the eye,
and weld the vertebrae
of century to century,
with blood? Creating blood
pours out of mortal things:
only the parasitic shudder,
when the new world sings.
As long as it still has life,
the creature lifts its bone,
and, along the secret line
of the spine, waves foam.
Once more life’s crown,
like a lamb, is sacrificed,
cartilage under the knife -
the age of the new-born.
To free life from jail,
and begin a new absolute,
the mass of knotted days
must be linked by means of a flute.
With human anguish
the age rocks the wave’s mass,
and the golden measure’s hissed
by a viper in the grass.
And new buds will swell, intact,
the green shoots engage,
but your spine is cracked
my beautiful, pitiful, age.
And grimacing dumbly, you writhe,
look back, feebly, with cruel jaws,
a creature, once supple and lithe,
at the tracks left by your paws.
poem by Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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Amities
I
To one, on returning certain years after
You wore the same quite correct clothing,
You took no pleasure at all in my triumphs,
You had the same old air of condescension
Mingled with a curious fear
That I, myself, might have enjoyed them.
Te Voilel, mon Bourrienne, you also shall be immortal.
II
To another
And we say good-bye to you also,
For you seem never to have discovered
That your relationship is wholly parasitic;
Yet to our feasts you bring neither
Wit, nor good spirits, nor the pleasing attitudes
Of discipleship.
III
But you, bos amic, we keep on,
For you we owe a real debt:
In spite of your obvious flaws,
You once discovered a moderate chop-house.
IV
Iste fuit vir incultus,
Deo Laus, quod est sepultus,
Vermes habent eius vultum
A-a-a-a –A-men.
Ego autem jovialis
Gaudero contubernalis
Cum jocunda femina.
poem by Ezra Pound
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