Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore.
Wallace StevensRead
A violent order is disorder; and a great disorder is an order. These two things are one.
Interpretation
Order and disorder are interconnected concepts that can represent the same underlying truth.
This quote by Wallace Stevens explores the paradoxical relationship between order and disorder. It suggests that what we perceive as violent or chaotic can actually embody a hidden form of order, while what we define as orderly may mask underlying disorder. This notion encourages a deeper reflection on the complexity and duality of existence, inviting us to recognize that opposites often coexist and inform each other.
In practice
In a philosophical debate about the nature of reality.
Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore.
Most modern reproducers of life, even including the camera, really repudiate it. We gulp down evil, choke at good.
After one has abandoned a belief in God, poetry is that essence which takes its place as life's redemption.
Why should she give her bounty to the dead? What is divinity if it can come Only in silent shadows and in dreams?
LIGHT FROM WITHIN my friend, cancer got you damn it: you had it beat for seven years at least. how did it come back? Why all that pain. again. and you, such a fighter you fought me over and over with tears and words and promises. you fought for me with honesty and a light so bright it hurts my heart. sweet lorna. at peace now finally no more battles, just light from within a flickering candle in the dark burns with you.
Unfortunately there is nothing more inane than an Easter carol. It is a religious perversion of the activity of Spring in our blood.
The eyes of some persons are large, others small, and others of a moderate size; the last-mentioned are the best. And some eyes are projecting, some deep-set, and some moderate, and those which are deep-set have the most acute vision in all animals; the middle position is a sign of the best disposition.
Its language is a language which the soul alone understands, but which the soul can never translate.
The flattery of posterity is not worth much more than contemporary flattery, which is worth nothing.
There was a hysteria in there, certainly, but there was also the exhaustion of someone who had managed, somehow, to believe several dozen impossible things in the last twenty-four hours, without ever getting a proper breakfast.
One day/_x000D_ One day I waited for myself/_x000D_ I said to myself Guillaume it's time you came/_x000D_ So I could know just who I am/_x000D_ I who know others.
Are not half our lives spent in reproaches for foregone actions, of the true nature and consequences of which we were wholly ignorant at the time?
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