The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful.
Robert Penn WarrenRead
...the air so still it aches like the place where the tooth was on the morning after you’ve been to the dentist or aches like your heart in the bosom when you stand on the street corner waiting for the light to change and happen to recollect how things once were and how they might have been yet if what happened had not happened.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the melancholic stillness of memories and the ache of lost possibilities.
In this quote, Robert Penn Warren evokes a profound sense of nostalgia and longing, comparing the ache of still air to the discomfort of a recent dental experience and the emotional pain of reminiscing about what could have been. It highlights how moments of silence can trigger reflections on past choices, reminding us of both the weight of our present reality and the bittersweet nature of memories that linger in our hearts.
In practice
In a speech about life's uncertainties, you might quote this to illustrate the weight of choices.
The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful.
And what we students of history always learn is that the human being is a very complicated contraption and that they are not good or bad but are good and bad and the good comes out of the bad and the bad out of the good, and the devil take the hindmost.
Yet the definition we have made of ourselves is ourselves. To break out of it, we must make a new self. But how can the self make a new self when the selflessness which it is, is the only substance from which the new self can be made?
So little time we live in Time,_x000D_ _x000D_ And we learn all so painfully,_x000D_ _x000D_ That we may spare this hour's term_x000D_ _x000D_ To practice for Eternity.
For what is a poem but a hazardous attempt at self-understanding: it is the deepest part of autobiography.
Storytelling and copulation are the two chief forms of amusement in the South. They're inexpensive and easy to procure.
In the midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside of you.
A mind that is always comparing, always measuring, will always engender illusion. If I am measuring myself against you, who are clever, more intelligent, I am struggling to be like you and I am denying myself as I am. I am creating an illusion.
As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.
Genius abhors consensus because when consensus is reached, thinking stops. Stop nodding your head.
You can only elevate individual performance by elevating that of the entire system.
... one reads, above all, to prevent oneself thinking.
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