But I find with Francis Bacon, some of the things were in the place, and someone who was connected with these schools of thought, and someone who had a motivation that equals the scope of the comedy and the tragedy in the plays.
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There is little friendship in the world, and least of all between equals.
quote by Francis Bacon
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In every tragedy, an element of comedy is preserved. Comedy is just tragedy reversed.
quote by Wislawa Szymborska
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A Lover's Clown
Tiny peices of my heart
Like confetti everywhere
Hidden sorrows in the dark
You can feel it in the air
The spotlight finds me
I can no longer hide my frown
Say hello to a lover's clown
Distorted mirror images
Turn the good to bad
If that's not the way it is
Why am I so sad?
Strangers laughter is the only sound
Silence from a lover's clown
Girl that's me everybody's laughing at
With a big red nose and the tears and the silly act
Comedy, tragedy, reality
It all plays the same
If you don't want me
Tumbling from the high wire
Without a net
You're saying I'll stop falling for you
But I haven't yet
The spotlight dims and the bigtop's coming down
Curtains o'er the lover's clown
Girl, that's me everybodies laughing at
With a big red nose and the tears and the silly act
Comedy, tragedy, reality
It all plays the same
If you don't want me
Tiny peices of my heart
Scattered everywhere
Like a fool I played my part
But you were never really there
A new day dawns and the bigtop's leaving town
You can say goodbye to a lover's clown
Say goodbye
song performed by by Clint Black
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Both of us
Both of us
equals trust.
It equalls happiness,
And forever lasting love.
It equals kind smiles,
as beautiful as the stars above.
Both of us,
equals never alone,
It equals joy
And never on our own.
IT equals we
not just you and me.
It equals love,
Don't you see....
The place of justice is a hallowed place.
quote by Francis Bacon
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The difference between tragedy and comedy: Tragedy is something awful happening to somebody else, while comedy is something awful happening to somebody else.
quote by Aaron Allston
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A man must make his opportunity, as oft as find it.
quote by Francis Bacon
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Waiting For The Punchline
You might say hey, I lost my sense of humor
Im quite surprised I didnt lose it sooner
Why waste your breath on anything less
Then talk so trivial
As a man who ran out of material
Chorus:
Why did the chicken go across the road
To get to the other side
Im still waiting for the punchline
Whoever said the grass always grows
Greener on the other lied
Im still waiting for the punchline
The good ol days I was known to wear a smile
Like all good things theyve gone out of style
I will admit, usually a quick wit
I found bemusing
What used to be, no longer are amusing
Chorus:
Its nothing that you said,
No nothing that you did
Must have been a bad joke,
Thats gone over my head
What me worry, another tragedy
The latter plus time, equals comedy
Why cant I get to the other side
song performed by by Extreme
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Many secrets of art and nature are thought by the unlearned to be magical.
quote by Francis Bacon
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Fortitude is the marshal of thought, the armor of the will, and the fort of reason.
quote by Francis Bacon
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Wise men make more opportunities than they find.
quote by Francis Bacon
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Fame is like a river, that beareth up things light and swollen, and drowns things weighty and solid.
quote by Francis Bacon
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But to me I find Francis Bacon the most likely candidate to be the author.
quote by Mark Rylance
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The Lost Love
When I broke myself.
I broke with someone too.
Someone whom was very close to me.
Someone Whom I could trust.
This was the last time we met.
This was the last time we exchange our words.
This crazy thing called love.
Has become a problem for me.
Now, love has disappear.
Love has become hatred.
It's hard to purify my heart.
It's hard to purify my soul.
Love equals tragedy.Of course.
Tragedy also equals broken-heart.
When hope is lost forever.
Love will last forever.
poem by Yash Pradhan
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The Gruesome Murder And The Popularity
i told him about the tragedy of a 63 year old gay doctor
who was stabbed to death by two teeners
inside the bathroom of his house in bacolod city
it was gruesome
as it was filmed and the killer winked and smiled
after the murder
the teener feels that now he makes it to the headline
and to the person with whom i told the tragedy
he simply laughed it out
he wants the comedy part of the horrible error
faraway from home
he says, there is no place like america
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Tribute To Bacon (Bacon the food)
Why does almost everyone like smoky bacon?
It tastes too good be not mistaken, the best thing to eat is great bacon.
They say even vegans like to eat bacon.
Have you heard they've even got chocolate covered bacon!
There is a donut with maple and bacon.
So, ode to pigs who give us great bacon.
And hooray to all who love great smoky bacon.
poem by Nichole Kaci McKnight
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Why do we laugh at such terrible things? Because comedy is often the sarcastic realization of inescapable tragedy.
quote by Bryant H. McGill
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Disconnected
I watch you stumble through the morning
I watch you stumble home at night
Silhouetted by a sun without sunlight
I've watched you walk straight through an evening
When you're laden with the day
And the light of the moon, it only gets in your way
From a bedroom window I was anyone
And the street I look upon is my runaway
But I'm connected to the places I don't feel connected from
I'm connected to the place that I don't feel like I'm from
This is the kind of town where everyone knows each other
And everyone hates that they know each other
And no one is getting any younger
From my bedroom window I was anyone
Every street I look upon could be a runaway
But I'm connected to the places I don't feel connected from
I'm connected to the place that I don't feel like I'm from
I'm connected to the places I don't feel connected from
I don't feel connected from
So move on here now
You don't belong here now
You don't belong
You'll never belong
You don't belong here now
You don't belong here now
You don't belong here now
You don't belong
You'll never belong
You don't belong here now
song performed by by Idlewild
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An Island
Where there is an arrow there is thought,
Inside the island is a disease so welcome,
These layers of thought are in the mind,
Opening tragedy and comedy as well
My islands are numerous like the particles,
Sayings are deplored and welcomed,
But we are numbers and words in the end,
Like the praises of the head and heart.
poem by Naveed Akram
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So Connected To You
There are times when I'm happy
and times when I'm sad
and all of these times that I have had
are all connected to you,
so connected to you.
so connected to you.
There are times when it's sunny
and times when it's not
and all of these times I never forgot
were all connected to you,
so connected to you.
'Cause you have my heart on a string
and I can't control one little thing.
Where's my composure? Where did it go?
'Can't even answer for I don't know.
There are times when I'm jumpy
and times when I'm still
and times when I'm playful
like Jack and Jill.
And they're all connected to you,
so connected to you.
So what do I do to get over you?
You've got me crazy in love with you.
I take a step forward and fall back two
and everywhere that I go
there'll be times when I want you
and times when I don't.
There'll be times that I'll have you
and times that I won't
but there's absolutely nothing I can do
'Cause I'm connected to you,
so connected to you
So I know we can never be through.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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