Poetry: Hemmingway – The Age Demanded

The age demanded that we singAnd cut away our tongue.The age demanded that we flowAnd hammered in the bung.The age demanded that we danceAnd jammed us into iron pants.And in the end the age was handedThe sort of shit that it demanded. The amusing thing about this poem is that I cannot tell exactly which …

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Poetry: Shakespeare – Sonnet 138

When my love swears that she is made of truth,I do believe her, though I know she lies,That she might think me some untutored youth,Unlearnèd in the world’s false subtleties.Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,Although she knows my days are past the best,Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:On both sides thus is simple …

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Let Old Wrinkles Come!

With mirth and laughter, let old wrinkles come.The Merchant of Venice Who wants to talk about wrinkles, right? They are considered a sign of age and something to be avoided or minimized by any means necessary. And yet, I have this quote in two places in my office. One is on a candle, from a …

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