GIVE AN EXAMPLE of the best writing you've ever read

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  • funkyderek

    The opening sentence of Earthly Powers by Anthony Burgess:

    It was the afternoon of my eighty-first birthday, and I was in bed with my catamite when Ali announced that the archbishop had come to see me.

  • diamondblue1974

    My all time favourite book has to be Birdsong, Sabastien Faulks...absolutely amazing book....everyone should read it....


  • MegaDude

    Viktor Frankl writing about his experiences in the concentration camps in "Man's Search For Meaning"

    "Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms -- to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way. And there were always choices to make. Every day, every hour, offered the opportunity to make a decision, a decision which determined whether you would or would not submit to those powers which threatened to rob you of your very self, your inner freedom."

    "It becomes clear that the sort of person the prisoner became was the result of an inner decision, and not the result of camp influences alone. Fundamentally, therefore, any man can, even under such circumstances, decide what shall become of him -- mentally and spiritually. He may retain his human dignity even in a concentration camp."

    "A thought transfixed me: for the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth-that love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and is love."

  • eye 23
    eye 23

    I just love wordsworths poem about his son

    I loved the boy with the utmost love of which my soul was capable

    and he was taken away from me

    and yet

    in the agony of my spirit at surrendering such a treasure

    I feel a thousand times richer

    than if I had never possessed it.

    a very personal poem for me.

    eye 23

  • Pistoff

    Not my favorite, but this is a good one:

    (john prine)

    Sam Stone came home,
    To his wife and family
    After serving in the conflict overseas.
    And the time that he served,
    Had shattered all his nerves,
    And left a little shrapnel in his knee.
    But the morphine eased the pain,
    And the grass grew round his brain,
    And gave him all the confidence he lacked,
    With a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back.

    There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
    Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose.
    Little pitchers have big ears,
    Don't stop to count the years,
    Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.

    Sam Stone's welcome home
    Didn't last too long.
    He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
    And Sammy took to stealing
    When he got that empty feeling
    For a hundred dollar habit without overtime.
    And the gold rolled through his veins
    Like a thousand railroad trains,
    And eased his mind in the hours that he chose,
    While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...

    Repeat Chorus:

    Sam Stone was alone
    When he popped his last balloon
    Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
    Well, he played his last request
    While the room smelled just like death
    With an overdose hovering in the air
    But life had lost its fun
    And there was nothing to be done
    But trade his house that he bought on the G. I. Bill
    For a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill.

  • MerryMagdalene

    I'm rather partial to Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez and these lyrics from the song Cautionary Tale by Ian Gill (tijkmo):

    I don't wanna be

    Just a cautionary tale

    To be the height of expectation

    And then to see it fail

    To dream the perfect dream

    Then watch it fall apart

    To be a sad and lonely victim

    Of this thing we call a heart

    What is this strange unfeeling muscle

    That has the power to sacrifice

    All that you believe in

    Without hardly thinking twice...


  • Vanderhoven7

    Just read this tonight. Someone had posted an incomplete version and the author responded...

    Update: from writer Suzanne Reynolds :

    L This is my poem in its entirety..



    .... but she didn't know what that meant.

    When she was a little girl

    they told her she was beautiful

    but it had no meaning

    in her world of bicycles

    and pigtails

    and adventures in make-believe.

    Later, she hoped she was beautiful

    as boys started taking notice

    of her friends

    and phones rang for

    Saturday night dates.

    She felt beautiful on her wedding day,

    hopeful with her

    new life partner by her side

    but, later,

    when her children called

    her beautiful,

    she was often exhausted,

    her hair messily tied back,

    no make up,

    wide in the waist

    where it used to be narrow;

    she just couldn't take it in.

    Over the years, as she tried,

    in fits and starts,

    to look beautiful,

    she found other things

    to take priority,

    like bills

    and meals,

    as she and her life partner

    worked hard

    to make a family,

    to make ends meet,

    to make children into adults,

    to make a life.


    she sat.


    Her children grown,

    her partner flown,

    and she couldn't remember

    the last time

    she was called beautiful.

    But she was.

    It was in every line on her face,

    in the strength of her arthritic hands,

    the ampleness that had

    a million hugs imprinted

    on its very skin,

    and in the jiggly thighs and

    thickened ankles

    that had run her race for her.

    She had lived her life with a loving

    and generous heart,

    had wrapped her arms

    around so many to

    to give them comfort and peace.

    Her ears had

    heard both terrible news

    and lovely songs,

    and her eyes

    had brimmed with,

    oh, so many tears,

    they were now bright

    even as they dimmed.

    She had lived and she was.

    And because she was,

    she was made beautiful.

    ~ Suzanne Reynolds, © 2019

    Photo credit: Nina Djerff

    Model: Marit Rannveig Haslestad

  • road to nowhere
    road to nowhere

    Old thread. ??"

    " it was a dark and stormy night"......


    Siegfried Sasoon

    ee cummings; maggie, millie, molly and may. "...a smooth round stone, as small as the world, as big as alone"

    poem; anyone lived in a pretty how town

    Many many Frost poems

    Longfellow; Erotion. (if you can convince the search it is about a slave girl, not aboutheavy rain



  • road to nowhere
    road to nowhere

    Post script

    Mixed up poets, RL Stevenson;


    Mother and sire, to you do I commend
    Tiny Erotion, who must now descend,
    A child, among the shadows, and appear
    Before hell's bandog and hell's gondolier.
    Of six hoar winters she had felt the cold,
    But lacked six days of being six years old.
    Now she must come, all playful, to that place
    Where the great ancients sit with reverend face;
    Now lisping, as she used, of whence she came,
    Perchance she names and stumbles at my name.
    O'er these so fragile bones, let there be laid
    A plaything for a turf; and for that maid
    That ran so lightly footed in her mirth
    Upon thy breast—lie lightly, mother earth!

  • Vidiot

    Rise up, gather round…

    Rock this place to the ground…


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