John Keats

Y-Urn-ING for AestheticsBeauty is truth, truth beauty,'--that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. - Ode to a Grecian Urn - John Keats (1795-1821) You Don't Bury

Beyond Beauty, Forever is a Long TimeA thing of beauty is a joy forever. - John Keats (1795-1821) You Are My Sunshine, My Everlasting Light - Another planksip® MöbiusWhat makes you write

The Hidden Melodies of ModernityHeard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter. - John Keats (1795-1821) Bitter Sweet Symposium Without the Poets - Another planksip® MöbiusWhat makes you write today? Wrong

This Poetry is in a Sad State of AffairsThe poetry of the earth is never dead. - John Keats (1795-1821) Sometimes Mother Earth Needs a Helping Hand - Another planksip® MöbiusWhat makes

Ephemeral EpithetHere lies one whose name was writ in water. - John Keats (1795-1821) Intoxication and Sleep are Highly Correlated - A planksip® Truism - o sepi to poliWhat makes you write today?

Holiness and the Implicit OrderI am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination. - John Keats (1795-1821) The Imagination Nation is Education - A

After I Take a PissNow a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss. - John Keats (1795-1821) All Things Project Outward from Imagination - Another planksip® Möbius

Fundamentally ExistentialNothing ever becomes real till it is experienced. - John Keats (1795-1821) A Couple of Swingers - A planksip® MöbiusWhat makes you write today? Wrong turns, bad moves or a desire

Those are fighting words!Love is my religion - I could die for it. - John Keats (1795-1821) Reason and the Ring of Truth - What are we Fighting For A planksip® Mö