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 Marne's Café: Juicy

Juicy, off-the-shelf bits & pieces

from all over, from whenever

We may differ in what little we know but we are all equal in the infinitude of our ignorance.

                                      —Karl Popper

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Time is an eternity that stammers.

                     —Umberto Eco, Baudolino

The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.

—T.S. Eliot

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A Silly Poem 

 

Said Hamlet to Ophelia,

I'll draw a sketch of thee,

What kind of pencil shall I use?

2B or not 2B?

 

—Spike Milligan

Poetry is indispensable—if I only knew what for.

—Jean Cocteau

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INTERVIEWER

Have you read The Da Vinci Code?

 

UMBERTO ECO

Yes, I am guilty of that too. 

 

INTERVIEWER

That novel seems like a bizarre little offshoot of Foucault’s Pendulum.

 

UMBERTO ECO

The author, Dan Brown, is a character from Foucault’s Pendulum! I invented him. He shares my characters’ fascinations—the world conspiracy of Rosicrucians, Masons, and Jesuits. The role of the Knights Templar. The hermetic secret. The principle that everything is connected. I suspect Dan Brown might not even exist. 

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That we find a crystal or a poppy beautiful means that we are less alone, that we are more deeply inserted into existence than the course of a single life would lead us to believe.

                                        —John Berger

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

                         —Carl Sandburg

  ny moment might be our last.

Everything is more beautiful because

we're doomed. You will never be

lovelier than you are now.

We will never be here again.

                          —Homer, The Iliad

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If you like laws and sausages, you should never watch either one being made.

 

—Otto von Bismarck

For so many centuries, the exchange of gifts

has held us together. It has made it possible

to bridge the abyss where language struggles.

                                            ―Barry López

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oets are never unemployed, just unpaid. 

                                 ―Kathy Skaggs

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