But I can't really say there is too much modern music that I'm blown away by at this moment.
There's definitely an old school element to my music, but I also think it's modern.
I don't like modern country music. It's not what I'm into, is all. I'm old-school.
I'm making music the way I would have done before modern equipment and music recording.
We, in Prince Edward Island, are fully familiar with this modern phenomenon.
The point of modernity is to live a life without illusions while not becoming disillusioned
A modern revolutionary group heads for the television station.
You know, I'm a modern day Harry Belafonte; I got the swagger of the island.
A lot of people work out to be skinny. That's so boring, and it seems like a depressing goal for a modern woman.
The modern economy is becoming a place where women hold the cards.
A tear rolled down my cheek And more came down Until tears rolled down like a stream. My eyes were blind with tears for you. They washed my eyes till I could see.
From the beginning, man could look up at a vast universe dotted by innumerable stars to find every evidence that he was nothing. This evidence has only grown stronger as science and technology record an expanse of galaxies filled with planetary solar...
I am a black bird, a Raven, I am Raven. I know and I am knowing—I know and see life and death, expansion and contraction and I do not shiver and cry—I am unafraid. I am Raven. I am black as liquid night with wings and my eyes are stars to see by....
I am in the night of the stars. The moon is new and I see my way by focusing on the light given off by the Souls of the trees. The night air is thick and dark and sweet, like blueberries. It enters my nose and throat and ears to fill me up with its n...
I have found that a writer is formed not so much by their experiences but by the way in which they view and capture those experiences. Like vivid, rainbow metallic skin cells on the wings of a fragile butterfly, it is how you touch and reveal those i...
If I'm still wistful about On the Road, I look on the rest of the Kerouac oeuvre--the poems, the poems!--in horror. Read Satori in Paris lately? But if I had never read Jack Kerouac's horrendous poems, I never would have had the guts to write horrend...
However, he wrote some verses on her, and very pretty they were.” “And so ended his affection,” said Elizabeth impatiently. “There has been many a one, I fancy, overcome in the same way. I wonder who first discovered the efficacy of poetry in...
Only with a leaf can I talk of the forest,
My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.
Poetry: three mismatched shoes at the entrance of a dark alley.
Can you look at this brilliant wound?
