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"People bring joy into this room. Some by entering, some by leaving"

18.11.07

Prophet

The prophet. As in false: speaking oneself into the future, not by knowledge but by intutition. The real prophet knows. The false prophet guesses.

126, PaulAuster, The Book of Memory

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No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.

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