“Every herd is a refuge for giftlessness…Only the solitary seek
the truth, and they break with all those who don't love it
sufficiently.”
― Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago
You cannot write with your fist clenched in hate
You cannot sing with a conscripted voice
You cannot dance if you are made to march
You cannot love if your heart is not free
You cannot think if they slogan your mind
You cannot play if they deny your joy
You cannot dream if they program your spirit
You cannot pray if they poison your soul
You are an artist, a seeker of truth:
And no one should finish this line for you*
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 3:08 PM UTC
“Every herd is a refuge for giftlessness…Only the solitary seek
the truth, and they break with all those who don't love it
sufficiently.”
― Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago
You cannot write with your fist clenched in hate
You cannot sing with a conscripted voice
You cannot dance if you are made to march
You cannot love if your heart is not free
You cannot think if they slogan your mind
You cannot play if they deny your joy
You cannot dream if they program your spirit
You cannot pray if they poison your soul
You are an artist, a seeker of truth:
And no one should finish this line for you*
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com.
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.