My neck is on the guillotine the blade comes down
my head goes this way the rest goes that
which side will I be on?
Friday, March 7, 2008
Mutterings by R.D. Laing
Posted by Susan at 11:54 AM
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Everything is dangerous, and in one minute our lives could be transformed immeasurably regardless of our economic or educational status, ethnicity or gender. Disasters define our humanity; as French author Marcel Proust wrote: “Disaster puts one in touch with oneself: suffering fuels creativity.” However, in a morbid way, disasters do unify us as a people, and unfortunately, tend to be more unifying than art.
My neck is on the guillotine the blade comes down
my head goes this way the rest goes that
which side will I be on?
Posted by Susan at 11:54 AM
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