Tom Wolfe
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We shall not come again.
We never shall come back again.
But over us all, over us all,
...
Why are you absent in the night, my love?
Where are you when the bells ring in the night?
Now, there are bells again,
...
The wasting helve of the moon rode into heaven
Over the bulk of the hills.
There was a smell of wet grass and lilac,
...
On the Square,
The slackened fountain
Dripped a fat spire of freezing water
Into its thickening rim of ice.
...
And the slant light steepened in the skies,
The old red light of waning day
Made magic fire upon the river,
...
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Thomas Kennerly "Tom" Wolfe, Jr. (born March 2, 1931) is an American author and journalist, best known for his association and influence over the New Journalism literary movement in which literary techniques are used in objective, even-handed journalism. Beginning his career as a reporter he soon became one of the most culturally significant figures of the sixties after the publication of books such as The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, a highly experimental account of Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters, and his collections of articles and essays, Radical Chic & Mau-Mauing the Flak Catchers and The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby. His first novel, The Bonfire of the Vanities, released in 1987 was met with critical acclaim and was a great commercial success. He is also known, in recent years, for his spats and public disputes with other writers, including John Updike, Norman Mailer, Gore Vidal and John Irving.)
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O Lost
We shall not come again.
We never shall come back again.
But over us all, over us all,
Over us all is—something.
Wind pressed the boughs;
The withered leaves were shaking.
It was October, but some leaves were shaking.
A light swings over the hill.
(We shall not come again.)
And over the town a star.
(Over us all, over us all that shall not come again.)
And over the day the dark.
But over the darkness—
What?
We shall not come again.
We never shall come back again.
Over the dawn a lark. (That shall not come again.)
And wind and music far.
O lost! (It shall not come again.)
And over your mouth the earth.
O ghost!
But, over the darkness—
What?
Wind pressed the boughs;
The withered leaves were quaking.
We shall not come again.
We never shall come back again.
It was October,
But we never shall come back again.
When will they come again?
When will they come again?
The laurel, the lizard, and the stone
Will come no more.
The women weeping at the gate have gone,
And will not come again.
And pain and pride and death will pass,
And will not come again.
And light and dawn will pass,
And the star and the cry of a lark will pass,
And will not come again.
And we shall pass,
And will not come again.
What things will come again?
Oh, Spring, the cruellest and fairest of the seasons,
Will come again.
And the strange and buried men
Will come again,
In flower and leaf
The strange and buried men
Will come again,
And death and the dust will never come again,
For death and the dust
Will die.
And Ben will come again,
He will not die again,
In flower and leaf,
In wind and music far,
He will come back again.
O lost,
And by the wind grieved,
Ghost,
Come back again.
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The attitude is we live and let live. This is actually an amazing change in values in a rather short time and it's an example of freedom from religion.
It is very comforting to believe that leaders who do terrible things are, in fact, mad. That way, all we have to do is make sure we don't put psychotics in high places and we've got the problem solved.
A cult is a religion with no political power.
Radical Chic, after all, is only radical in Style; in its heart it is part of Society and its traditions—Politics, like Rock, Pop, and Camp, has its uses.
On Wall Street he and a few others—how many?—three hundred, four hundred, five hundred?—had become precisely that ... Masters of the Universe.
A liberal is a conservative who has been arrested.
We are always acting on what has just finished happening. It happened at least 1/30th of a second ago. We think we're in the present, but we aren't. The present we know is only a movie of the past.
We are now in the Me Decade—seeing the upward roll of ... the third great religious wave in American history.
The notion that the public accepts or rejects anything in modern art ... is merely romantic fiction.... The game is completed and the trophies distributed long before the public knows what has happened.
Not "Seeing is Believing" you ninny, but "Believing is Seeing." For modern art has become completely literary: the paintings and other works exist only to illustrate the text.
Frankly, these days, without a theory to go with it, I can't see a painting.
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