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'They had no conceit of themselves in a little, vain way, but they reckoned themselves the only fighting-men, simply, and without boasting. I liked the look of them, dusty up to the eyes in summer, muddy up to their eyes in winter—these gipsy fellows, scornful of discipline for discipline's sake, but desperate fighters, looking at life with frank, curious eyes, and a kind of humorous contempt for death and disease, and 'the whole damned show', as they called it.' - Philip Gibbs
Previously on Den Done Did...
Life as a work of Art.
- Den
- Joy Kicks Darkness. Inspiration, perspiration, deep thought, shallow thought and no thought. Pinterest, Pinteresque, Secret language, Heart of Darkness, Soul really matters to me, too much, burn burn burn like fabulous roman candles, crazy to live, Shenton Park dreams, Florstar, personalia, No flower like that flower which knew itself in the garden and fought the knife and lost, but knew itself, the stars our destination, love love love, Da Da, coffee, love, drugs & rock-n-roll, me and possibly you...exploring these things together.
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"All that dies with us leaves it open to no regrets" is a line from an Allen Ginsberg poem...ahhh Kaddish I think.
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