Killing for love
THE ANGEL
a poem by William Blake
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!
And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart's delight.
So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.
Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.
Ezra Pound - The Seeing Eye
The small dogs look at the big dogs;
They observe unwieldy dimensions
And curious imperfections of odor.
Here is the formal male group:
The young men look upon their seniors,
They consider the elderly mind
And observe its inexplicable correlations.
Said Tsin-Tsu:
It is only in small dogs and the young
That we find minute observation
Emily Dickinson
I've seen a Dying Eye
Run round and round a Room --
In search of Something -- as it seemed --
Then Cloudier become --
And then -- obscure with Fog --
And then -- be soldered down
Without disclosing what it be
'Twere blessed to have seen --
... resistance to tyranny is man's highest ideal.
Poor America, of what avail is all her wealth, if the individuals comprising the nation are wretchedly poor? If they live in squalor, in filth, in crime, with hope and joy gone, a homeless, soilless army of human prey.
... if the production of any commodity necessitates the sacrifice of human life, society should do without that commodity, but it can not do without that life.
The most absurd apology for authority and law is that they serve to diminish crime. Aside from the fact that the State is itself the greatest criminal, breaking every written and natural law, stealing in the form of taxes, killing in the form of war and capital punishment, it has come to an absolute standstill in coping with crime. It has failed utterly to destroy or even minimize the horrible scourge of its own creation.
Prostitution, although hounded, imprisoned, and chained, is nevertheless the greatest triumph of Puritanism.
As to a thorough eradication of prostitution, nothing can accomplish that save a complete transvaluation of all accepted values—especially the moral ones—coupled with the abolition of industrial slavery.
The right to vote, or equal civil rights, may be good demands, but true emancipation begins neither at the polls nor in courts. It begins in woman's soul
Religion! How it dominates man's mind, how it humiliates and degrades his soul. God is everything, man is nothing, says religion. But out of that nothing God has created a kingdom so despotic, so tyrannical, so cruel, so terribly exacting that naught but gloom and tears and blood have ruled the world since gods began.
god is love
the song of saints, the sinner's swell, the wicked yeast, the ecclipse of days, the tongue of lambs, the goat and frog's eye, a tooth in the buttons, my beautiful friend, 
my song stings the skin, the dream made flesh, the flesh of dreams, the bird of paradise, 
russian art minage a tois, the ringing of bells, the handmaiden's hands, the wet nurse's corpse, the corpse of the father and son, the holy ghost, the ghost's hands, the wet hands of the moist ghost, a ghost in wicked fall, seasonal guilt, wicked ghost, autumn hands, wicked guilt, autumn ghost, a skeleton betrayed, an exoskeleton exposed, exquisite jaguar nudity, the jaguar post, reading with jaguar eyes, 
archetypes of western understanding, western brotherhood, why can't the white man be poor? why can't he be sick? why can't he be mellow? why must he be bothersome? why must he be distressed? why does he bite down on his pen cap so hard? why does he inhale the fire water without end? why does he sell his grief to those not fortunate enough to have it for their own? why does the white man eat stake? why can't the white man eat yams? why does the white man wear a tie? why can't he wear nothing? why is he held so delicate in the holy ghost's wicked hands?
