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That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And read more
That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
In heaps and piles of ruin.
When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life read more
When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford
I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic.
I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic.
I live not in myself, but I become
Portion of that around me; and to me
High read more
I live not in myself, but I become
Portion of that around me; and to me
High mountains are a feeling, but the hum
Of human cities torture.
If you're going to San Francisco, Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you're going to San Francisco, Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, is Mount
Zion, on the sides of the north, the read more
Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, is Mount
Zion, on the sides of the north, the city of the great King.
Far from gay cities, and the ways of men.
Far from gay cities, and the ways of men.
Even cities have their graves!
Even cities have their graves!
No history much? Perhaps. Only this ominous
Dark beauty flowering under veils,
Trapped in the spectrum of read more
No history much? Perhaps. Only this ominous
Dark beauty flowering under veils,
Trapped in the spectrum of a dying style:
A village like an instinct left to rust,
Composed around the echo of a pistol-shot.