some of the most beautifull words ever written....

[ToxicAvenger]

go ahead..contribute..but dont be fickle..keep stupid crap out of this thread..




                  The Preface
The artist is the creator of beautiful things.

To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim.

The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.

The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography. Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming.

This is a fault.

Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.

They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty.

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written.

That is all.

The nineteenth century dislike of realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.

The nineteenth century dislike of romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.

The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium. No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved.

No artist has ethical sympathies.

An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style. No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.

Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art.

Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art.

From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician.

From the point of view of feeling, the actor's craft is the type.

All art is at once surface and symbol.

Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.

Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.

It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.

Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital.

When critics disagree, the artist is in accord with himself.

We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.

All art is quite useless.

[ToxicAvenger]

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
My passions from a common spring —
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone —
And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone —
Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still —
From the torrent, or the fountain —
From the red cliff of the mountain —
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold —
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by —
From the thunder, and the storm —
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view —

[davidpaul]

Those are some beautiful words bro.

[Laura Lee]

that they are, and yet...they make me feel sad. 

[Deedee]

The brilliant words of Oscar! 

[ToxicAvenger]

HYSTERIA..TS elliott..i get giddy just reading this..



AS she laughed I was aware of becoming involved
in her laughter and being part of it, until her
teeth were only accidental stars with a talent
for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps,
inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally
in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by
the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter
with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading
a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty
green iron table, saying: "If the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden,
if the lady and gentleman wish to take their
tea in the garden ..." I decided that if the
shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of
the fragments of the afternoon might be collected,
and I concentrated my attention with careful
subtlety to this end.

[michael arvilla]

HYSTERIA..TS elliott..i get giddy just reading this..



AS she laughed I was aware of becoming involved
in her laughter and being part of it, until her
teeth were only accidental stars with a talent
for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps,
inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally
in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by
the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter
with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading
a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty
green iron table, saying: "If the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden,
if the lady and gentleman wish to take their
tea in the garden ..." I decided that if the
shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of
the fragments of the afternoon might be collected,
and I concentrated my attention with careful
subtlety to this end.

Have you ever touched another mans penis?

[Man of Steel]

My wife once sent me an email saying: "Come home now....I'm horny, willing and my clothes are falling off."


Now that's poetry!

[ToxicAvenger]

Have you ever touched another mans penis?

have u ever read a book?

[Laura Lee]

have u ever read a book?

He reads MD and Flex every month 

[CQ]

Have you ever touched another mans penis?

 

[ToxicAvenger]

He reads MD and Flex every month 

lol...i suggest ya buy him a copy of wuthering heights..

i have a feeling mikey will actually like it...

and mike mon ami..for some of us..its easier living in that world...

[The Squadfather]

go ahead..contribute..but dont be fickle..keep stupid crap out of this thread..




                  The Preface
The artist is the creator of beautiful things.

To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim.

The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.

The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography. Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming.

This is a fault.

Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.

They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty.

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written.

That is all.

The nineteenth century dislike of realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.

The nineteenth century dislike of romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.

The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium. No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved.

No artist has ethical sympathies.

An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style. No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.

Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art.

Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art.

From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician.

From the point of view of feeling, the actor's craft is the type.

All art is at once surface and symbol.

Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.

Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.

It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.

Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital.

When critics disagree, the artist is in accord with himself.

We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.

All art is quite useless.

hahahahaah, oh brother.

[michael arvilla]

lol...i suggest ya buy him a copy of wuthering heights..

i have a feeling mikey will actually like it...

and mike mon ami..for some of us..its easier living in that world...

READ IT  in college................. ..........(required reading)

[Man of Steel]

AHAHAHHAAH!!!  "Reading"......gay.

[ToxicAvenger]

hahahahaah, oh brother.

its ok to be cultivated
its ok to have manners
its ok to be civil
its ok to have class

[Deedee]

Useless art is worth weeping over... 

COME live with me and be my Love,   
And we will all the pleasures prove   
That hills and valleys, dale and field,   
And all the craggy mountains yield.   
 
There will we sit upon the rocks            5
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,   
By shallow rivers, to whose falls   
Melodious birds sing madrigals.   
 
There will I make thee beds of roses   
And a thousand fragrant posies,     10
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle   
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.   
 
A gown made of the finest wool   
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,   
Fair linθd slippers for the cold,     15
With buckles of the purest gold.   
 
A belt of straw and ivy buds   
With coral clasps and amber studs:   
And if these pleasures may thee move,   
Come live with me and be my Love.     20
 
Thy silver dishes for thy meat   
As precious as the gods do eat,   
Shall on an ivory table be   
Prepared each day for thee and me.   
 
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing     25
For thy delight each May-morning:   
If these delights thy mind may move,   
Then live with me and be my Love.

[ToxicAvenger]

by yours truly.....n published and as i wrote it the first time...dunk...laden with self pity...sometimes pathetic..sometimes endearing..




They Told Me






A life worth living;
It was meant to be;

Good things will happen;
innosence dreamt to see;

Bad things happened;
reality!, they told me;

This is how history;
was supposed to be?;

childish inklings endured;
dreams...NOT detoured!;

isolation, it surmised;
my loneliness, ensured[/b]


Junaid

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[ToxicAvenger]

n o..i shared..however..i dont claim to hold a candle nor do i flatter myself..

[davidpaul]

This thread should have a gay warning,

[michael arvilla]

I poopied in my pants.................

[Laura Lee]

I poopied in my pants.................

I bet you did. 

[ToxicAvenger]

READ IT  in college................. ..........(required reading)

then i'd recommend "red badge of courage" by S crane..

seems like u r "on" right now...soo might suit ya better

[ToxicAvenger]

n btw guys...just a quick note..

the most homophobic guys are usually the ones with something to hide..

[michael arvilla]

then i'd recommend "red badge of courage" by S crane..

seems like u r "on" right now...soo might suit ya better

thanx..................ill look it up