Ninety per cent of men (and women) are both lazy and cowardly, and out of sheer moral and intellectual apathy they behave just as circumstances suggest.
There is nothing quite so regrettable
As a life lived unchallenged by itself–
Merely doing what it must, with what’s dealt,
Unquestioning . . . unquestioned. Each day dealt
With as it comes, boring, regrettable,
Uncreative in regards to it itself.
It’s pointless to let life allow itself
To simply accept only what is dealt
And no more, because it’s regrettable
How regrettable life itself is dealt.
A Yankee Poet in Greenwich Village
Remembering William Butler Yeats:
June 13, 1865–January 28, 1939
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Interview with George Burdi: Man Against the Modern World
Mihai Eminescu: Romania’s Morning Star
“He Doesn’t Worry Too Much If Mediocre People Get Killed in Wars and Such” Tito Perdue’s The Smut Book & Cynosura