The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.Charles Bukowski (via acrylicalchemy)
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
In memoriam to a genius. RIP Mr. Williams.