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| First text | on Apr 12th 2000, 06:47:58 wrote julianne about word |
| Latest text | on Dec 2nd 2014, 10:43:04 wrote Salman about word |
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Words are like prodigies. They may want to stay inside where it is safe and warm but they'll never live if they never play outside...and find themselves lost in the cold.
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There it was, word for word,
The poem that took the place of a mountain.
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Wallace Stevens (1879-1955)
The Poem That Took the Place of a Mountain [1952], st. I
Think how much acceptance Mary showed when she said:
»Let it be done to me according to thy word.«
Words derive their meaning from the surrounding words, just as human beings derive their meaning from interacting with other humans around them.
I think that Word is one of these strange softwares that can do anything except what you think it can do. It's not possible to write with this thing, but you can spend your day goofing with toolbars or including all types of spreadsheets or multimedia or even use it as the worst HTML-Editor ever.
I prefer ASCII, really.
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Once a word has been allowed to escape, it cannot be recalled.
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Horace (65-8 B.C.)
Epistles, bk. I, epistle xviii, l. 71
The word on my mind right now is >>weekend<<. It's only a few hours away!
I can't wait to get away from this office!!
The web of words wraps round the whole wide world, concealing the secret numbers underneath.
1001 1001 0110 1001 1010 1001
And then some more words come along and a paragraph is born.
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We shall never understand one another until we reduce the language to seven words.
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Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931)
Sand and Foam [1926]
A word has the power to define, to bind, to create, to destroy. Truely, a poet has power undreamt of by kings.
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