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About 'I'M Not There''

In his 1821 play,Almansor, the German writer Heinrich Heine -- Referring to the burning of the Muslim holy book, during the Spanish Inquisition- wrote: "Where they burn books, so too will they in the end burn human beings.'~Wikipedia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Book_burning

NO BOOK-absolutely no book- should be banned or burned. Down with all forms of Inquisitions.

''I am not so unreasonable in my attitude or so narrowly attached to my view as to think all others foolish or to compel them to pledge fealty to my doctrine. Many may be brought to profess, but no one can be forced to believe. There is nothing more vital than independence of judgment; as I claim it for myself I would not deny it to others. I grant you (for it is possible) that every man's purpose is honorable and sacred; I would not constitute myself the judge of the deep and hidden mysteries of the human conscience.''*Petrarch

''Maybe all men got one big soul where everybody's a part of. All faces are the same man, one big self. Everyone looking for salvation by himself. Each like a coal drawn from the fire.''The Thin Red Line

EPIPHANY:
http://www.mrbauld.com/epiphany.html

''.... this network of times which approached one another, forked, broke off, or were unaware of one another for centuries, embraces all possibilities of time ; in some you exist, and not I; in others I, and not you....in still another, I utter these same words, but I am a mistake, a GHOST.''''~Borges-The Garden of Forking Paths

''So long as we live among men, let us cherish humanity.''~Andre Gide

" The earth does not belong to man; man belongs to the earth. This we know. All things are connected, like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. Man did not weave the web of life; he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself." - Chief Seattle

''He that rebels against reason is a real rebel, but he that in defense of reason rebels against tyranny has a better title to Defender of the Faith, than George the Third.''~Thomas Paine

The story of my LIFE:
''Give me a man whose life is not an ILLUSION followed by a DISILLUSION.''Oedipus

here's a poem by Rimbaud.(he simply rules!)

My hallucinations are endless. This is what I've always gone through: the end of my faith in history, the neglect of my principles. I shall say no more about this: poets and visionaries would be jealous. I am the richest one of all, a thousand times, and I will hoard it like the sea:
About my Past: Ah! My life as a child, the open road in every weather; I was unnaturally abstinent, more detached than the best of beggars, proud to have no country, no friends, what stupidity that was. - And only now I realize it! 'My' Vision of World: I was right in everything I distrusted: because I am running away!
I am running away!
I'll explain.
Even yesterday, I kept sighing: "God! There are enough of us damned down here! I've done time enough already in their ranks! I know them all. We always recognize each other; we disgust each other. Charity is unheard of among us. Still, we're polite; our relations with the world are quite correct." Is that surprising? The world! Businessmen, and idiots!
Isn't it because we cultivate the fog! We swallow fever with our watery vegetables. And drunkenness! And tobacco! And ignorance! And blind faith! - Isn't this all a bit far from the thought? Why have a modern world, if such poisons are invented!
My Bohemian Life: I went off with my hands in my torn coat pockets
My overcoat too was becoming ideal
I travelled beneath the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal
Oh dear me! what marvellous loves I dreamed of!
My only pair of breeches had a big hole in them
Stargazing Tom Thumb, I sowed rhymes along my way
My tavern was at the Sign of the Great Bear
My stars in the sky rustled softly
And I listened to them, sitting on the road-sides
On those pleasant September evenings while I felt drops
Of dew on my forehead like vigorous wine
And while, rhyming among the fantastical shadows
I plucked like the strings of a lyre the elastics
Of my tattered boots, one foot close to my heart!

My Vision of Christ:Jesus used to walk on troubled waters. In the light of the lantern we saw him there, all white, with long brown hair, standing in the curve of an emerald wave...

I might well be the child abandoned on the jetty on its way to the high seas, the little farm boy following the lane, its forehead touching the sky.

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"What more shall I say: born under light bulbs, deliberately stopped growing at age of three, given drum, sang glass to pieces, smelled vanilla, coughed in churches, observed ants, decided to grow, buried drum, emigrated to the West, lost the East, learned stonecutter's trade, worked as model, started drumming again, visited concrete, made money, kept finger, gave finger away, fled laughing, rode up escalator, arrested, convicted, sent to mental hospital, soon to be acquitted, celebrating this day my ''twentieth'' birthday and still afraid of the Black Witch."
- Chapter 46, The Tin Drum, Gunter Grass

''I am mostly now a poet. Every day I sit in my room and
write another poem. I make up all the words myself, just like when I lived in the dark. I begin to remember things that way, to
pretend that I am back in the dark again. I am the only one who
knows what the words mean. They cannot be translated. These
poems will make me famous. Hit the nail on the head. Ya, ya,
ya. Beautiful poems. So beautiful the whole world will weep.
Later perhaps I will do something else. After I am done being
a poet. Sooner or later I will run out of words, you see.
Everyone has just so many words inside him. And then where
will I be? I think I would like to be a fireman after that. And
after that a doctor. It makes no difference. The last thing I will
be is a high-wire walker. When I am very old and have at last
learned how to walk like other people. Then I will dance on the
wire, and people will be amazed. Even little children. That is
what I would like. To dance on the wire until I die.''**Paul Auster-''City of Glass"

''Theyll shoot me i dont care theyll shoot me in the back of the neck i dont care down with big brother they always shoot you in the back of the neck i dont care down with big brother''***Nineteen Eighty Four (^.^)

"No, they did not bury me, though there is a period of time which I
remember mistily, with a shuddering wonder, like a passage through some
inconceivable world that had no hope in it and no desire. I found myself
back in the sepulchral city resenting the sight of people hurrying
through the streets to filch a little money from each other, to devour
their infamous cookery, to gulp their unwholesome beer, to dream their
insignificant and silly dreams. They trespassed upon my thoughts. They
were intruders whose knowledge of life was to me an irritating pretense,
because I felt so sure they could not possibly know the things I knew.
Their bearing, which was simply the bearing of commonplace individuals
going about their business in the assurance of perfect safety, was
offensive to me like the outrageous flauntings of folly in the face of
a danger it is unable to comprehend. I had no particular desire to
enlighten them, but I had some difficulty in restraining myself from
laughing in their faces, so full of stupid importance. I dare say I was
not very well at that time. I tottered about the streets--there were
various affairs to settle--grinning bitterly at perfectly respectable
persons. ..
It was not my strength
that wanted nursing, it was my imagination that wanted soothing.''*Heart of Darkness*

One of the BEST English poems:
*I Find no Peace* by Sir Thomas Wyatt
I find no peace, and all my war is done.
I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice.
I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise;
And nought I have, and all the world I season.
That loseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison
And holdeth me not--yet can I scape no wise--
Nor letteth me live nor die at my device,
And yet of death it giveth me occasion.
Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain.
I desire to perish, and yet I ask health.
I love another, and thus I hate myself.
I feed me in sorrow and laugh in all my pain;
Likewise displeaseth me both life and death,
And my delight is causer of this strife.

"I have been more than once intoxicated, my passions have always bordered on extravagance: I am not ashamed to confess it; for I have learned, by my own experience, that all extraordinary men, who have accomplished great and astonishing actions, have ever been decried by the world as drunken or insane."*The Sorrows of Young Werther

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Age

Hometown

The Yellow Submarine

Country

Iraq

Occupation

Being a Swing Kid

Schools

College of Arts-English Literature

Interests

reading,reading,writing,dancing under the rain,sleepwalking

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