when the phone rings
I too would like to hear words
that might ease
some of this.
We are students of words: we are shut up in schools, and colleges, and recitation -rooms, for ten or fifteen years, and come out at last with a bag of wind, a memory of words, and do not know a thing.
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.
About Everything Goes I I Can
Roscoe was spiritually illegal, a bootlegger of the soul, a mythic creature made of words and wit and wild deeds and boundless memory.
I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent
music poetry Music