Who wants a world in which the guarantee that we shall not die of starvation entails the risk of dying of boredom?
quote by Raoul Vaneigem
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Everything's a risk, by the way, these days. Every film you make is a risk. There's no guarantee.
quote by Cameron Diaz
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Survivor
Everyday,
I think about dying.
About disease, starvation,
violence, terrorism, war,
the end of the world.
It helps
keep my mind off things.
poem by Roger McGough
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Dysfunctional
a dysfunctional
delusional family,
battling and babbling
incoherantly over
borrowed money!
while their own children
lay dying of starvation....
and the world turns away
in shocked disgust!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Premeditated And Done To Do
People are most impressed,
By that which is visible.
Material and physical.
Since whatever it is,
Will have a guarantee of being addressed.
With a getting of much attention.
As meant and intended.
Although it is that which is invisible...
And directed from behind the scenes,
That influences with great visibility.
With a selling of that which is proposed,
Without a sight of 'who' or what that is...
Having a need or desire to be seen.
To be bombarded by questions of authority.
Or debated as to what is created to take shape,
To effect anticipated expectations.
Since whatever it is to be presented,
Will have a guarantee of being addressed.
With a getting of much attention.
And...
With a reaction already determined,
By a decision premeditated and done to do...
With a doing made to make to implement.
Those who go ignored,
Are seldom struggling with boredom.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Since boredom advances and boredom is the root of all evil, no wonder, then, that the world goes backwards, that evil spreads. This can be traced back to the very beginning of the world. The gods were bored; therefore they created human beings.
quote by Soren Kierkegaard
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War is Boredom
War is Boredom
War is Boredom
War can be defined as long periods of boredom, short burst of terror, seemingly lasting forever, To those who are there, Waiting for another outburst, which never seems to cease.
You Pray, you count all your blessings, the outgoing not what you fear, its the incoming that can't be trusted.
War can be defined as boredom, for those who's life was spared, as the days in between that matters, on those who life spent there.
2008
poem by Charles Garcia
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Witches Rave
It sounds just like a scream
I dont know what you mean
Your witchcrafts all around me
In your ragged pagan scene
You tell me all the ways around my garden that you like
I float just like a bubble
Heading for a spike
All is well between the breasts of passenger and slave
Well never make it out alive to join
The witches rave
Youd like to see him suffer
For you fantasy and thrill
He fell sick while we made love
Hes out there, somewhere, still
Oh I feel the spell that you have cast, hot, pink, nasty
Bubble gum, coming down just like a big red coal
I cant help from looking
Outside for a guarantee
I cant help from looking
Outside for a guarantee
Hey! I try to keep all hidden
When you come around
Oh, no! the sight of broomsticks
Sliding on the ground
Youre levitating something
cause I feel so collectible
Were all lying natural
Hes watching from a window up above
I see he loves you, Ill bring you closer
Something in my fate says its not right for me
Tell me
Am I cursed or am I blessed?
I cant tell, oh yes!
cause all is well between the breasts of
Passenger and slave
Ill never make it out alive to join
The witches rave
I cant help from looking
Outside for a guarantee
I cant help from looking
Outside for a guarantee
I cant help from looking
Outside for a guarantee
I cant help from looking
Outside for a guarantee
I cant help from looking
Outside for a guarantee
I cant help from looking
Outside for a guarantee
For a guarantee
song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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Dying
I'm Dying, Dying to wake up without you, without you in my head again
I'm Dying, Dying to forget about you, that you ever lived
There's a shade come over this heart that's coping with laying down to rest
I'm Dying to live without you again
I'm Dying, Dying to find a distraction, get you away from me
I'm Dying, Dying to reach a conclusion, so that the world can see
It's the same old story of love and glory that broke before it bent
I'm Dying to live without you again
The first time you left I said goodbye
Now there's not a prayer that can survive
Dying, Dying to die just to come back so we can meet again
Dying, Dying to say what I always should have said
It's a strange emotion this but there's still hope in this
As long as there's a breath...
I'm Dying and I can't live without you again
It's a strange emotion this but there's still hope in this
As long as there's a breath...
I'm Dying and I can't live without you
I'm Dying and I can't live without you again
song performed by by Five For Fighting
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Prior to September 11, we thought the world beyond our shores was one world of risk and the world in our continent was another world of risk.
quote by John Ashcroft
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In Memory Of The Unknown Poet, Robert Boardman Vaughn
But the essential advantage for a poet is not, to have a beautiful world with which to deal: it is to be able to see beneath both beauty and ugliness; to see the boredom, and the horror, and the glory.
T. S. ELIOT
It was his story. It would always be his story.
It followed him; it overtook him finally—
The boredom, and the horror, and the glory.
Probably at the end he was not yet sorry,
Even as the boots were brutalizing him in the alley.
It was his story. It would always be his story,
Blown on a blue horn, full of sound and fury,
But signifying, O signifying magnificently
The boredom, and the horror, and the glory.
I picture the snow as falling without hurry
To cover the cobbles and the toppled ashcans completely.
It was his story. It would always be his story.
Lately he had wandered between St. Mark’s Place and the Bowery,
Already half a spirit, mumbling and muttering sadly.
O the boredom, and the horror, and the glory.
All done now. But I remember the fiery
Hypnotic eye and the raised voice blazing with poetry.
It was his story and would always be his story—
The boredom, and the horror, and the glory.
poem by Donald Justice
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No Guarantee
The night is as deep as the sea
And my heart is disobeying me
Raging thoughts all soothed beneath your hand
Looking in your eyes I think I understand
Let's take it now for we both know too well
That love's no guarantee
Will it stay or go no way to tell
But tonight is ours and tonight is all we need
For now love's no guarantee
The thunder I hear must be my own
Rushing through my head I should have known
I will take and give it back to you
And your paradise can be mine for a moment too
Let's take it now for we both know too well
That love's no guarantee
Will it stay or go no way to tell
For tonight is ours and tonight is all we need
For now love's no guarantee
No promises no tears to shed
Nothing to break these precious hours
Leaving a trace I'll not erase
This tender love was ours
Let's take it now for we both know too well
That love's no guarantee
Will it stay or go no way to tell
song performed by by Melissa Etheridge
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How some of the writers I come across get through their books without dying of boredom is beyond me.
quote by William Gaddis
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Jamie G.
Jamie g. I want you
Even though I know that I cant have you
Even though
I dont know which way you go
Im dying to come with you
What kind of times are these
A guy cant do what he pleases
But the way that you tease
Id risk all diseases
Jamie g. I want you
Even though I know that I cant have you
Even though
I dont know which way you go
Im dying to come with you
Cmon lets drink champagne
Before they bring back prohibition
Smoke a pack or two
Then try another position
Jamie g. I want you
Even though I know that I cant have you
Even though
I dont know which way you go
Im dying to come with you
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Is boredom anything less than the sense of one's faculties slowly dying?
quote by Arthur Helps
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Risk
flowers
bloom
revealing
its inner
beauty
secrets
earth
blooms
shedding
age old secrets
women
bloom
men
bloom
slowly
but surely
everything reveals
what it really is!
risk or no risk!
Risk
And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.
Anaïs Nin
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I don't mind dying if I have to, but I'm damned if I want to pay for the guarantee. I'm sorry.
quote by Michael Landon
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And who is any of us, that without starvation he can go through the kingdoms of starvation?
quote by Haniel Long
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The deduction of the causes
Why does a woman adulterate?
The hunger? Rare.
The poverty? No possibility.
The proximity? No guarantee.
The boredom? Seldom at all.
Being estranged? Rarely a revenge.
The neglect? Hardly so.
Being insecure? Not sure.
Over lust? Might be a bit.
The curiosity? No certainty.
There are ten causes to push her to
adultery.
Yet rarely does she adulterate
06.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I think if we're going to live in this - in this world - in this technological world where information can be disseminated so quickly, we have to be serious and take firm, strong action against those who are putting American lives at risk. Because this will put people's lives at risk.
quote by Peter King
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All Shall Be Well?
'All shall be well
And all shall be well
And all manner of things shall be well, '
Said Mother Julian,
Which is all very well
If you're a mystic,
But how can you tell
That to someone
Who's dying of starvation?
The Road to Hell
Is paved with comforting phrases!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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