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JOHN ALEXANDER GREY ][
Poetry by John Grey
Poetry by John Grey
THE SLITHERING S
A shape in the form of a slithering S hisses softly. It can’t slide under the door but the psyche is a different matter. Saw it from the upstairs window as it disappeared into the garden. Once a floral Eden, now death-dealing roses, now chrysanthemums with fangs. THE ARSONIST STRIKES
A hand with a match near a splash of gasoline on the hardwood floor of an abandoned house. The walls, the shredded curtains, the sofa, the mantle, after ten years of waiting patiently, quietly, with a great red whoosh, let fire in. THE DICTATOR PONDERS
It’s too late to reverse course. It’s like a fine wine, once sipped, the cheap variety will never do. And yet I can’t help probing into my own thoughts, my motivations. Power is a woman. I love it but I just don’t understand it.
And I’m constantly haunted by how easily the populace fell under my authority.
Where was their skepticism, their resistance?
The people are pathetic, zombies, stooges, unable to think or act for themselves.
Two years I’ve ruled this land and not one assassination attempt. I’d shoot myself but it wouldn’t be the same.
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Por isso é que, nas tradições místicas ao longo da história, a liberdade tem significado uma condição íntima na qual a consciência normal foi transcendida(...) Para Kleist e outros que pensavam como ele, todavia, liberdade não é simplesmente uma relação entre seres humanos: é, acima de tudo, um estado da alma em que o conflito foi deixado para trás. Na Europa antiga, os estoicos afirmavam que um escravo pode ser mais livre que um senhor sofrendo de divisão do eu. John Gray, no seu excelente livro “a alma das marionetes
John Gray, no seu excelente livro "a alma das marionetes"
JOHN FUCKING GREY
Okay, I have a history exam tomorrow. But I pulled through because it was the season finale.
And the highlight of that damn episode. John Grey. Have I mentioned I love John grey? Because I would sell my soul to him. For free.
The whole episode was a work of art, the way it was shot, I mean shooting a damn sea storm isn't easy.
For a second there, I thought they'd killed Claire. BUT MY OTP LIVES, JAMIE IS PRINCE CHARMING AND HE BREATHED(IM TOO EUPHORIC TO CARE IF THIS IS A REAL WORD OR NOT) CLAIRE BACK TO LIFE, DOES YOUR OTP DO THAT
JOHN FUCKING GREY
I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THIS