And what a congress of stinks!- Roots ripe as old bait, Pulpy stems, rank, silo-rich, Leaf mold, manure, lime, piled against slippery planks, Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath.
Theodore RoethkeRead
So much of adolescence is an ill-defined dying, An intolerable waiting, A longing for another place and time, Another condition.
Interpretation
Adolescence is a confusing and transitional period filled with uncertainty and desire for change.
This quote reflects the struggles of adolescence, where young individuals often feel a sense of loss and confusion about their identity and future. Roethke captures the longing for something beyond the current experience, highlighting the emotional turmoil of waiting for a time or place that feels more fulfilling or certain, thus emphasizing the complexities and challenges faced during this stage of life.
In practice
In a discussion about the challenges of growing up.
And what a congress of stinks!- Roots ripe as old bait, Pulpy stems, rank, silo-rich, Leaf mold, manure, lime, piled against slippery planks, Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath.
My Papa's Waltz: The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother's countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt.
Art is our defense against hysteria and death.
The indignity of it!-_x000D_ _x000D_ With everything blooming above me,_x000D_ _x000D_ Lilies, pale-pink cyclamen, roses,_x000D_ _x000D_ Whole fields lovely and inviolate,-_x000D_ _x000D_ Me down in the fetor of weeds,_x000D_ _x000D_ Crawling on all fours,_x000D_ _x000D_ Alive, in a slippery grave.
By daily dying, I have come to be.
The stones were sharp, The wind came at my back; Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.
Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.
It is good to know what a man is, and also what the world takes him for. But you do not understand him until you have learnt how he understands himself.
Racial prejudice, anti-Semitism, or hatred of anyone with different beliefs has no place in the human mind or heart.
Society: an inferno of saviors!
I regret profoundly that I was not an American and not born in Greenwich Village. It might be dying, and there might be a lot of dirt in the air you breathe, but this is where it's happening.
For some small number of people, a parental loss appears to be, ultimately, a desirable difficulty - again, not a large number.
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