Bark-brown fence post:

I don't love you.

Poem too long:

I don't love you.

Lunch in a bowl:

I don't love you.

Physics, the idea of you,

the laws of you:

I don't love you.

I am not in love..

Yes, Yoske. The men in the flour mill are so strong and brave.

Yes, Feivel. Yes , I am a good girl.

Yes, Saul. Yes, yes, I love sweets.

Yes, oh yes, Itzik. Oh yes..

Dear friend,

It can be so that you do not know who i am but i will introduce myself.

People call me ... I think ... let's my name will be kept in secret.
Let it be Princess.

I am a little Princess. I am from ███▌I am so upset. I am
beautiful and cute lady but so sad at the same time.

I am looking for an appropriate prince with whom we will have a happy life.

I do not know what to do. I want to change everything in my life.

Wish you are good man and can be my prince.

Please, send a letter for me back when you receive this letter because
it can make me feel better. I will not be alone. And who knows we can
be good friends.

Answer Pretty██@███.█ to this e-mail.

Sincerily yours
Princess.

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"I can understand that. This painting is how I'm feeling right now. Cause when I look at it, I see just a whole lot of darkness. A whole lot of nothing. A void. I feel like nothing, which is what I see in the painting. Just black and gray. But hey, he must have felt that way, too. So I'm not alone in the world. There are people dying in Iraq!"

i LOVED what you wrote about rothkos work. exackly the same as what i felt... as if the darkness was looming over me, sucking out my soul like a dementor of harry potter ^_^

iPods to blame for total eclipse of the art, says Hockneyhttp://www.smh.com.au/news/technology/ipods-to-blame-for-total-eclipse-of-the-art/2007/06/13/1181414383931.html

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l'art pour l'art

We have taken it into our heads that to write a poem simply for the poem's sake [...] and to acknowledge such to have been our design, would be to confess ourselves radically wanting in the true poetic dignity and force: — but the simple fact is that would we but permit ourselves to look into our own souls we should immediately there discover that under the sun there neither exists nor can exist any work more thoroughly dignified, more supremely noble, than this very poem, this poem per se, this poem which is a poem and nothing more, this poem written solely for the poem's sake.

Enfin,

Qu'est ce que la painture?
Eh bien c'est la littérature -
Qu'est ce que La littérature alors?
Eh bien c'est la peinture.

Eh bien alors - alors c'est bien.
Mais qu'est - ce que le reste?
Ce qui reste - C'est une reforme de la lune,
Quand elle est pleine et que les cons y croient.
Quand elle n'est qu'un mince croissant

et soulève des sentiments

Quand est la nuit noire théorique.

Every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to 
 the sound of my tears

Every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best 
 of all the years have gone by


Every now and then I fall apart


Every now and then I get a little bit restless and I dream of
 something wild

Every now and then I get a little bit angry and I know I've 
 got to get out and cry


Every now and then I fall apart


Every now and then I know there's no one in the universe as
 magical and wonderous as me

Every now and then I know there's nothing any better and there's
 nothing that I just couldn't do


Every now and then I fall apart

Once upon a time I was falling in love
But now I'm only falling apart
Nothing I can do
A total eclipse of the art
Once upon a time there was light in my life
But now there's only love in the dark
Nothing I can say

A total eclipse of the art