poet and diplomat.
"Unity...
as proclaimed the world over...
can only be forged...
with blood and steel.
We shall let love
show us the way.
Then we shall see
which one lasts longer. "
Im certain that a secure world...
cant be built on blood.
Only on harmony.
We humans--
politicians, philosophers...
actors, workers, farmers...
people of all creeds...
we must agree on this.
If we can agree only on
poet.
A fantastic woman.
An old maid like me.
Here we are!
Jor!
Good dog!
Beautiful,
but maybe a bit silly?
Perhaps.
What do you care?
Oh, me...
Ive always liked women
of Gladys type.
Beautiful, stupid,
and sufficiently--
Whorish.
Do you like Ferrara?
Its not nearly as dead
as you told me it was.
Its lively.
Lots of interesting people.
Especially among the proletariat...
in the so-called working
poets
and artists
Its your duty
to live life to the most
So fly out, brothers,
and check out the world
Give me a ride to the coast
Fritz the Cat
He fought many a good man
Laid many a good woman
Live life to the fullest
Cry out for more
until it bleeds
Help me,
help me help you, mother...
Love me,
I hate you, love me
I kill you, love me
I love you
What a mob in the park today.
God, the place
is cr
poet. I need him.
No, no, no.
No, you love me. Its a Martin Taylor fact.
Has there been a day in the last five years
that we havent talked?
But youre more like a gay friend
than a boyfriend.
- But Im not gay!
- Yeah, right
Its the end of term,
Ive got some grateful exes to call...
..and most importantly, I am out of here.
Hello There is the small matter
of the geography field trip.
Mm. Bentley, s
poetry prize...
for a lifes work.
Its the most prestigious.
For a poet, its the best you can do.
Oh, very good. So, what do you like? The lillies are perfect.
No, too morbid.
Hydrangeas, I think.
And...
oh, oh, lets just have buckets of roses!
And...
I think Im gonna take these with me.
Rodney.
Thank you.
I actually tried to read Richards novel...
You did?
Oh, I know.
It is not easy.
I know. It d
poets and philosophers.
Love is the voice of music.
Im talkin about divine love,
not carnal love.
- That was a beautiful sermon, Parson.
- (laughter)
- Beautiful.
- Thank you, sister.
- I gotta get home to the little woman.
- Here you are, Sister.
Merry Christmas. Thank the Lord,
Sister. Thank the Lord.
- Gotta go. Gotta catch a rattler.
- Me too.
Time to take up a little female
companionship. Wa
poet or something.
Go bring it back to her.
Be like a knight in shining armor.
Shed be all grateful, invite me in,
offer me a drink, Id accept.
Shed rip your clothes off...
...and make sweet love to you,
Red Shoe Diary-style.
-Right.
-Could happen.
Just go talk to her, man!
Maybe shell think youre funny.
You know what?
I think Im going to.
You want to borrow some pants, chief?
First impressions a
poet.
Youre very modern, arent you?
I dont feel very comfortable here.
I feel guilty being around all this wealth.
Its just a game. Dont take it seriously.
Its not much of a game if youre out of work
and trying to feed a family.
Fortunately, Im not.
And neither are you.
I only came here tonight to see you.
- There, Ive said it.
- Good.
You look lovely.
You dont.
Your eyes are all red.
You look li
poet who once said...
..."Ah, tis but a dainty flower
I bring to you."
Yes, tis but a violet..."
"...glistening with dew."
"But still in its heart
there lie beauties concealed."
"So in our heart..."
"...our love for you..."
"...lies unrevealed."
I used to...
...pride myself on the idea
that I was a bit... tough...
...especially over the past
- months, when weve been...
...kicked around,
and bullw
poet said.
Although, Id happily wallop you
every time you chase the dragon.
I had a sneaking suspicion
you might interrupt.
Youve seen something?
What did you see?
A petticoat saturated with blood.
They used to burn men like you alive.
Sometime this evening,
a bangtail was murdered in George Yard.
That doesnt sound
much out of the ordinary.
It was the way she was done.
It was the way the bangtail