God gave a loaf to every bird,
God gave a loaf to every bird,
But just a crumb to me;
I dare not eat it, though I starve,--
My poignant luxury
To own it, touch it, prove the feat
That made the pellet mine,--
Too happy in my sparrow chance
For ampler coveting.
It might be famine all around,
I could not miss an ear,
Such plenty smiles upon my board,
My garner shows so fair.
I wonder how the rich may feel,--
An Indiaman--an Earl?
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am sovereign of them all.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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A Miracle for Breakfast
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee,
waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb
that was going to be served from a certain balcony
--like kings of old, or like a miracle.
It was still dark. One foot of the sun
steadied itself on a long ripple in the river.
The first ferry of the day had just crossed the river.
It was so cold we hoped that the coffee
would be very hot, seeing that the sun
was not going to warm us; and that the crumb
would be a loaf each, buttered, by a miracle.
At seven a man stepped out on the balcony.
He stood for a minute alone on the balcony
looking over our heads toward the river.
A servant handed him the makings of a miracle,
consisting of one lone cup of coffee
and one roll, which he proceeded to crumb,
his head, so to speak, in the clouds--along with the sun.
Was the man crazy? What under the sun
was he trying to do, up there on his balcony!
Each man received one rather hard crumb,
which some flicked scornfully into the river,
and, in a cup, one drop of the coffee.
Some of us stood around, waiting for the miracle.
I can tell what I saw next; it was not a miracle.
A beautiful villa stood in the sun
and from its doors came the smell of hot coffee.
In front, a baroque white plaster balcony
added by birds, who nest along the river,
--I saw it with one eye close to the crumb--
and galleries and marble chambers. My crumb
my mansion, made for me by a miracle,
through ages, by insects, birds, and the river
working the stone. Every day, in the sun,
at breakfast time I sit on my balcony
with my feet up, and drink gallons of coffee.
We licked up the crumb and swallowed the coffee.
A window across the river caught the sun
as if the miracle were working, on the wrong balcony.
poem by Elizabeth Bishop
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The Luxury to apprehend
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The Luxury to apprehend
The Luxury 'twould be
To look at Thee a single time
An Epicure of Me
In whatsoever Presence makes
Till for a further Food
I scarcely recollect to starve
So first am I supplied—
The Luxury to meditate
The Luxury it was
To banguet on thy Countenance
A Sumptuousness bestows
On plainer Days, whose Table far
As Certainty can see
Is laden with a single Crumb
The Consciousness of Thee.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Robert Crumb is an influence on how I draw, but not on the subject matter I take or my approach. One thing I do like about Crumb is that he's chronicled his age, his times, and I think that is what artists should do.
Upon A Penny Loaf
Thy price one penny is in time of plenty,
In famine doubled, 'tis from one to twenty.
Yea, no man knows what price on thee to set
When there is but one penny loaf to get.
Comparison.
This loaf's an emblem of the Word of God,
A thing of low esteem before the rod
Of famine smites the soul with fear of death,
But then it is our all, our life, our breath.
poem by John Bunyan
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I met Robert Crumb in 1962; he lived in Cleveland for a while. I took a look at his stuff. Crumb was doing stuff beyond what other writers and artists were doing. It was a step beyond Mad.
quote by Harvey Pekar
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Most she touched me by her muteness
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Most she touched me by her muteness—
Most she won me by the way
She presented her small figure—
Plea itself—for Charity—
Were a Crumb my whole possession—
Were there famine in the land—
Were it my resource from starving—
Could I such a plea withstand—
Not upon her knee to thank me
Sank this Beggar from the Sky—
But the Crumb partook—departed—
And returned On High—
I supposed—when sudden
Such a Praise began
'Twas as Space sat singing
To herself—and men—
'Twas the Winged Beggar—
Afterward I learned
To her Benefactor
Making Gratitude
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Prologue from Preparatory Meditations Before My Approach to The Lord's Supper
Lord, can a crumb of dust the earth outweigh,
Outmatch all mountains, nay the crystal sky?
Imbosom in't designs that shall display
And trace into the boundless deity?
Yea, hand a pen whose moisture doth gild o'er
Eternal glory with a glorious glore.
If it is pen had of an angel's quill,
And sharpened on a precious stone ground tight,
And dipped in liquid gold, and moved by skill
In crystal leaves should golden letters write,
It would but blot and blur, yea, jag and jar,
Unless Thou mak'st the pen and scribener.
I am this crumb of dust which is designed
To make my pen unto Thy praise alone,
And my dull fancy I would gladly grind
Unto an edge on Zion's precious stone;
And write in liquid gold upon Thy name
My letters till Thy glory forth doth flame.
Let not th' attempts break down my dust I pray,
Nor laugh Thou them to scorn, but pardon give.
Inspire this crumb of dust till it display
Thy glory through't: and then Thy dust shall live.
Its failings then Thou'lt overlook, I trust,
They being slips slipped from Thy crumb of dust.
Thy crumb of dust breathes two words from its breast,
That Thou wilt guide its pen to write aright
To prove Thou art and that Thou art the best
And shew Thy prosperties to shine most bright.
And then Thy works will shine as flowers on stems
Or as in jewelary shops do gems.
poem by Edward Taylor
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As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
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As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
As the Vulture teased
Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys
As the Tiger eased
By but a Crumb of Blood, fasts Scarlet
Till he meet a Man
Dainty adorned with Veins and Tissues
And partakes—his Tongue
Cooled by the Morsel for a moment
Grows a fiercer thing
Till he esteem his Dates and Cocoa
A Nutrition mean
I, of a finer Famine
Deem my Supper dry
For but a Berry of Domingo
And a Torrid Eye.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Coffe Shop
I am just a lousy burn
Searching for the unknown crumb
The crumb the crumb
Something or someone to come
Come along illuminate my lust
Combust
Confucius might have been confused
And Buddha might have blown a fuse
Jooze the muse
Meet me at the coffee shop
We can dance like Iggy Pop
Another go in the parking lot
Frewak the cheek on your hotspot
Back and forth my body's jerking
Will to thrill will not stop working
Work and work
I'll take you on a honeymoon
Jumping on a bed in a hotel room
The room the groom
Meet me at the coffee shop
We can dance like Iggy Pop
Another go in the parking lot
Frewak the cheek on your hotspot
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers
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Like It's Mixed With Yeast
Feed my ego,
Let it lift...
Like it's mixed with yeast.
Like delicious bisquits whipped.
Or a cake that bakes to rise,
To the heights of the sky.
Feed my ego,
Let it lift...
Like it's mixed with yeast.
Like delicious bisquits whipped.
And no one can get enough of it.
I admit I seek applause,
To arouse my roar.
And when I don't get it,
I wish for it a bit!
I admit I seek applause,
To arouse my roar.
And when I don't get it,
I wish for it a bit!
I admit I seek applause,
To arouse my roar.
Feed my ego,
Let it lift.
Feed my ego,
Let it lift.
I admit I seek applause,
To arouse my roar.
Feed my ego,
Let it lift.
Feed my ego,
Let it lift.
Like it's mixed with yeast.
Or...
Delicious bisquits whipped,
No one can get enough of it!
Feed my ego,
Let it lift...
Like it's mixed with yeast.
And allow everyone to get a sample piece to eat.
Feed my ego,
Let it lift...
Like it's mixed with yeast.
And allow everyone to get a sample piece to eat.
Feed my ego!
Don't you dare leave a sign of a crumb!
You feed my ego!
Don't you dare leave a sign of a crumb!
Just feed my ego!
Don't you dare leave a sign of a crumb!
Feed them my ego,
Don't you dare leave a sign of a crumb!
Feed my ego,
Let it lift...
Like it's mixed with yeast.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Happy
When I look at you
I know what you say is true.
When I hear your voice
I know I made the right choice.
When I smell your smell
I remember how hard I fell.
When I feel your touch
I know why I love you so much.
When I feel your arms around me
I melt into you softly.
When I feel your hand in mine
I know everything will be just fine.
When I feel your kiss
I know exactly what I will miss.
When I look into your eyes
I know you will tell me no lies.
When I know you're near
I have no fear.
When I sense you're around
Nothing can bring me down.
When I hear your name
I feel my face enflame.
When you just appear
I feel this uncontrollable want for you, my dear.
When I touch your skin
I feel this electricity within.
When I'm with you I always smile,
I feel wonderful just getting to sit with you for awhile.
When you rub my feet
I feel my heart skip a beat.
When I hear you speak
I feel my legs go weak.
When I touch your lips with mine
I feel a tingle run down my spine.
When I think of us together
I want us to remain that way forever.
When we talk or you're with me
I feel so incredibly happy.
poem by Ashley Reese
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This is not a happy time for this kind of music in this country.
quote by George Crumb
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Lonely Boy
Now that summer's here
I feel so lonely
Because I've gone from seeing you every day
To not seeing you at all
I regret not spending more time together
Really, it's what we both wanted
But neither knew the other wanted it
But now that time has passed
And I feel lonely.
I miss seeing your face everyday
Because you light up the room whenever you smile
And it made me smile too
It made me happy
But now we're never in the same room
And I feel lonely.
I miss laughing with you
Laughing at something only we would understand -
Because of our special bond -
And laughing again at the weird looks people gave us
But now we're too serious
And I feel lonely.
I hate not talking to you
Because, honestly, it's what I enjoy most in life —
Talking to you, whatever the topic -
But now we're too quiet
And I feel lonely.
I miss being the one there to comfort you
I hated seeing you upset
So I would do whatever it took to make you happy
Because that made me happy
You trusted me with even your most personal problems
And I trusted you with mine
But now some of that trust between us is gone
And I feel lonely.
I hate waking up everyday
Knowing that I will not see you
The thought of seeing you helped me out of bed in the morning
Because all I wanted was to be near you
But now I won't see you
And I feel lonely.
I hate thinking of what might come
If you'll take the worn path
Or become someone you're not
Or if we'll drift apart
You drift away
And leave me lonely.
poem by Daniele Cerasoli
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As God Shut His Eyes
Her life falls apart crumb by crumb,
Trapped in a shell and inside she’s numb,
Memories of pain as clear as a bell,
Twice she has tried and twice she has failed,
But the third time, the third time her ticket to hell,
31 times the sun will rise,
32 times god shut his eyes,
Soon she’ll fall, fall from the sky,
She’ll jump from a cloud that’s of so high,
Like a broken winged angel with a smile on her face,
All her pain once hidden now erased,
January has gone and death took its place.
poem by Ivana Mabry
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Your Last Line...It Does Not Rhyme
I've been accused of not giving.
When that is all I've ever done.
I've also been accused of not participating,
Although when I did...
None of that from the others would come.
From anyone!
Not even 'some'.
Now that I have chosen my time not to waste,
I've been told I am ungrateful...
And self centered,
Of late.
And my response to those who bait division...
Is that we all make decisions.
And I've made mine to break away from that madness.
'Your last line...
It does not rhyme.'
And I ain't trying to find reason for it, either.
When I eat cookies and leave not a crumb...
That means I'm done!
'Cool.
That line does rhyme.'
It makes me happy you have set your priorities.
So have I.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bloody Luxury
(coverdale)
Now when I first met you
I was rolling along,
Just a bar room crooner
Singing heartbreak songs,
An I supposed I could never get next to you
But, you seemed quite happy with my company
You kept my body heat steady at 103,
With your mouth full of gimme
An your body full of much obliged
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
What you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...
Youre a five star woman,
An you know what to give
To fill a part time loser
Full of reasons to live,
But, theres no doubt about it
Im taking a chance on you
Becos you get my heart beating heavy,
Make my knees go weak
You get me so damn nervous
I can hardly speak,
But, nothings gonna stop me
Hanging on my good luck charm
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
What you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
Honey what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
Honey what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me,
No matter what you do to me,
No matter what you do to me,
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Remember And Enjoy The Experience
Take and taste the slice of cake when served.
Eat in nibbles and bits.
Slowly munch.
Do not let a crumb of it sit.
Savor the flavor.
Feel the love from which it was made.
And if it is good to you,
Remember and enjoy the experience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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His Eye Is On The Sparrow
Why should I feel discouraged
Why should the shadows come
Why should my heart feel lonely
And long for heaven and home
When Jesus is my portion
A constant friend is He
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches over me
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me
I sing because I'm happy
I sing because I'm free
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me (He watches me)
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches
I know He watches
I know He watches me
I sing because I'm happy
I sing because I'm free
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me (He watches me)
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me (He watches me)
He watches me
I know
He watches
Me
song performed by by Lauryn Hill
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Crumb Grabber, Money Snatcher, Giving Moody Back
Crumb grabber.
Money snatcher.
Giving moody back.
My baby has my eyes.
And laying around the house with no chores to attack.
My baby has my eyes.
Even when we visit him in prison he's a hoot.
My baby has my eyes.
Maybe we did spoil him but he's 'so cute'!
(And) My baby has my eyes.
Some can not get over,
How their children grow up.
To do nothing but break hearts.
And become corrupt!
Oh...
They defend their parenting done.
With excuses to the principal...
Why their kids can't seem to learn a thing!
And why it is necessary,
To accuse the teachers, society...
And neighborhoods they live,
Why they have allowed these 'monsters'
To exist without values....
With honored gang memberships.
To do nothing but selfish senselessness.
And have no good deeds,
To offer or give!
Instead of living their lives...
Quick and easy just to be pleased!
'Not 'my' kids.
Not one I raised to be liars or thieves.'
Crumb grabber.
Money snatcher.
Giving moody back.
My baby has my eyes.
And laying around the house with no chores to attack.
My baby has my eyes.
Growing up and making their parents feel guilt.
My baby has my eyes.
To breast feed
And think free is milk!
My baby has my eyes.
Walking up and down the streets to mug and kill.
My baby has my eyes.
Doing things just for 'kicks' and thrills.
My baby has my eyes.
Crumb grabber.
Money snatcher.
Giving moody back.
My baby has my eyes.
And laying around the house with no chores to attack.
My baby has my eyes.
My baby has,
My baby has...
I can't deny those eyes.
Those eyes are mine.
My baby has,
My baby has...
My baby has my eyes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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His Eye Is On The Sparrow
(mrs. s. martin)
Why should I feel discouraged
Why should the shadows come
Why should my heart feel lonely
And long for heaven and home?
When jesus is my portion
My constant friend
Is he
His eye is on the sparrow
I know he watches me
His eye is on the sparrow
I know he watches me
I sing because Im happy
I sing because Im free
His eye is on the sparrow
I know he watches me
His eye, his eye is on the sparrow
I know he watches
I know he watches
I know he watches me
I sing because Im happy
I sing because Im free
His eye is on the sparrow
I know, I know, I know he watches over
He watches over me
song performed by by Diana Ross
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