“Complete Destruction” — William Carlos Williams

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“The Scripture of the Golden Eternity” — Jack Kerouac

“The Scripture of the Golden Eternity”byJack Kerouac
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Did I create that sky? Yes, for, if it was anything other than a conception in my mind I wouldnt have said “Sky”-That is why I am the golden eternity. There

are not two of us here, reader and writer, but one, one golden eternity, One-Which-It-Is, That-Which- Everything-Is.

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The awakened Buddha to show the way, the chosen Messiah to die in the degradation of sentience, is the golden eternity. One that is what is, the golden eternity, or, God, or, Tathagata-the name. The Named One. The human God. Sentient Godhood. Animate Divine. The Deified One. The Verified One. The Free One. The Liberator. The Still One. The settled One. The Established One. Golden Eternity. All is Well. The Empty One. The Ready One. The Quitter. The Sitter. The Justified One. The Happy One.

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That sky, if it was anything other than an illusion of my mortal mind I wouldnt have said “that sky.” Thus I made that sky, I am the golden eternity. I am Mortal Golden Eternity.

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I was awakened to show the way, chosen to die in the degradation of life, because I am Mortal Golden Eternity.

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I am the golden eternity in mortal animate form.

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Strictly speaking, there is no me, because all is emptiness. I am empty, I am non-existent. All is bliss.

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“The Triple Fool” — John Donne

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“Be Kind to Me” — Sappho

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(Translation by Mary Barnard)

“The World Is Too Much with Us” — William Wordsworth

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“The Expiration” — John Donne

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“Caterpillar” — Christina Rossetti

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“In Secreit Place This Hyndir Nycht” — William Dunbar

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“Spring” — William Carlos Williams

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“I Would Like My Love To Die” — Samuel Beckett

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“Gubbinal” — Wallace Stevens

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“Nouns” — Tom Clark

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“I Am in Danger—Sir—” — Adrienne Rich

“I Am in Danger—Sir—” by Adrienne Rich

“Half-cracked” to Higginson, living,
afterward famous in garbled versions,
your hoard of dazzling scraps a battlefield,
now your old snood

mothballed at Harvard
and you in your variorum monument
equivocal to the end—
who are you?

you, woman, masculine
in single-mindedness,
for whom the word was more
than a symptom—

a condition of being.
Till the air buzzing with spoiled language
sang in your ears
of Perjury

and in your half-cracked way you chose
silence for entertainment,
chose to have it out at last
on your own premises.

“Company” — Les Murray

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“Two Cures for Love” — Wendy Cope

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“Byzantium” — Malcolm Lowry

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“Oscar Wilde” — Dorothy Parker

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