Sunday, August 30, 2009

Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm




Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.

Though I have been in many a land,
There is naught else in living.

And I would rather have my sweet,
Though rose-leaves die of grieving,

Than do high deeds in Hungary
To pass all men's believing.

-An Immorality, Ezra Pound
That sexy, sexy man

No comments: