#bad

His large ears Hear everything A hermit wakes And sleeps in a hut Underneath His gaunt cheeks. His eyes blue, alert, Disappointed, And suspicious, Complain I Do not bring him The same sort of Jokes the nurses Do. He is a bird Waiting to be fed,— Mostly beak— an eagle Or a vulture, or The Pharoah's servant Just before death. My arm on the bedrail Rests there, relaxed, With new love. All I know of the Troubadours I bring to this bed. I do not want Or need to be shamed By him any longer. The general of shame Has discharged Him, and left him In this small provincial Egyptian town. If I do not wish To shame him, then Why not love him? His long hands, Large, veined, Capable, can still Retain hold of what He wanted. But Is that what he Desireed? Some Powerful engine Of desire goes on Turning inside his body. He never phrased What he desired, And I am his son. ↗

— Robert Bly

#troubadors #death

This continuing spike in gas prices is bad for consumers, bad for our economy, and bad for all other businesses. It is hurting us and costing us jobs. ↗

— Jodi Rell

#businesses #consumers #continuing #costing #economy

The attention for bad literature is symptomatic: they pretends its the most normal thing in the world to fill an entire newspaper page with talk about a bad book, and good books are silenced to death. This mechanism is exactly the same formula as used in the Eurovision Songfestival: to present monoculture, and the proverbial hatred for that monoculture is only ritualistic, intended to give the reader the impression that the newspaper is on their side. Its the formula of entertainment: present things the reader can feel superior to. ↗

— Martinus Hendrikus Benders

#eurovision-songfestival #newspapers #death

One day Mrs. Goodkind said, 'Pickles, you are not a bad cat. You are not a good cat. You are good and bad. And bad and good. You are a mixed-up cat. What you need is a good home. Then you will be good.' ↗

— Esther Averill

#good #love #patience #home

That if a thing is defined in contrast that's what life is, the shadow of death. So the mystery of death couldn't be the bad thing, because without it there wouldn't be life. The badness was life, just happening, as essential a part of the good as the good. And what was there to do but to take it as it comes and to hope, to hope constantly and carnally and with no time to lose. ↗

— Brian McGreevy

#carnally #constantly #death #essential #life

There's so much truly putrid advertising out there it's embarrassing. But not all advertising is bad. Some of it is really quite mediocre. ↗

— Jef I. Richards

#bad #embarrassing #mediocre #much #out

People don't stop being bullies when they grow up. They just dress differently to fool you. ↗

— Patti Digh

#bullies #bullying #courage #humor-inspirational #business

Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#truth #wishes #bad

Old enough to know better, pissed enough not to care. (Jaden) ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#bad

I'll never forget how the depression and loneliness felt good and bad at the same time. Still does. ↗

— Henry Rollins

#loneliness #bad