Sep 28, 2017

trying to sort years of notes

the first three in no special order, from 2011

"Few men realize that their life, the very essence of their character, their capabilities and their audacities, are only the expression of their belief in the safety of their surroundings."
— Joseph Conrad, “An Outpost of Progress”

"We are like roses that have never bothered to

bloom when we should have bloomed an
it is as if

the sun has become disgusted with

— Charles Bukowski, “Finish”

"Now that my ladder’s gone,

I must lie down where all the ladders start

In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart."
— William Butler Yeats, from “The Circus Animals’ Desertion”

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