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Lawrence Hall HSG [email protected] Petite Bourgeois, Personal, and Self-Indulgent I used to admire your poetry. I shouldn't admire it now. I should find it absurdly personal. Don't you agree? Feelings, insights, affections...it's suddenly trivial now. -Strelnikov to Yuri in Doctor Zhivago (film) In the evenings I sit on my summer lawn Slouched in an old, much-painted metal chair That symbol of petite-bourgeois respectability With a little table for my drink, my pipe, my book (The cat pads by on errands of his own) At dusk a friend or two might amble along And join me for a glass, a smoke, a talk We casually swat at mosquitoes and rumors And argue about Doctor Zhivago and Lonesome Dove (A fast-diving mockingbird mocks the cat) In a fallen world of chaos and suffering With fear of revolution in the air Is it right to indulge ourselves with such trifles As sitting and talking with old friends in the twilight? Oh, yes (The cat and the mockingbird continue their game)
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Jun 13, 2024
Jun 13, 2024 at 11:13 AM UTC
Petite Bourgeois, Personal, and Self-Indulgent
Lawrence Hall HSG [email protected] Petite Bourgeois, Personal, and Self-Indulgent I used to admire your poetry. I shouldn't admire it now. I should find it absurdly personal. Don't you agree? Feelings, insights, affections...it's suddenly trivial now. -Strelnikov to Yuri in Doctor Zhivago (film) In the evenings I sit on my summer lawn Slouched in an old, much-painted metal chair That symbol of petite-bourgeois respectability With a little table for my drink, my pipe, my book (The cat pads by on errands of his own) At dusk a friend or two might amble along And join me for a glass, a smoke, a talk We casually swat at mosquitoes and rumors And argue about Doctor Zhivago and Lonesome Dove (A fast-diving mockingbird mocks the cat) In a fallen world of chaos and suffering With fear of revolution in the air Is it right to indulge ourselves with such trifles As sitting and talking with old friends in the twilight? Oh, yes (The cat and the mockingbird continue their game)
DOCTOR ZHIVAGO, Petite Bourgeois
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Jun 13, 2024
Jun 13, 2024 at 11:13 AM UTC
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