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Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.Y8)~ After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,/r,X we ourselves flash and yearn,?s and moreover my mother told me as a boyA (repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're bored!J}([ means you have noe[ ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ _@ Inner Resources." I conclude now I have no3~P>b inner resources, because I am heavy bored.^ Peoples bore me,QC literature bores me, especially great literature,i Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes+k as bad as Achilles,~01= ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ v, who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.mm7OP And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a dragTh and somehow a dog= has taken itself & its tail considerably away; into the mountains or sea or sky, leavingG behind: me, wag.}D7t8w ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ >r4n^ For the poem, http://www.pith.net/pithfiles/ds14.htm.z8i7\ ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ =] Polar Bear, Art WolfeS. ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ xwn&[ ========================================================L^ ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ GcrK-
I ove this poem :) viviCYp"lg
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