شاعر بودن یعنی انسان بودن. بعضی‌ها را می‌شناسم که رفتار روزانه‌شان هیچ ربطی به شعرشان ندارد. یعنی فقط وقتی شعر می‌گویند شاعر هستند. بعد تمام می‌شود. دو مرتبه می‌شوند یک آدم حریص شکموی ظالم تنگ‌فکر بدبخت حسود حقیر. خب، من حرف‌های این آدم‌ها را هم قبول ندارم، من به زندگی بیشتر اهمیت می‌دهم و وقتی این آقایان مشت‌هایشان را گره می‌کنند و داد و فریاد راه می‌اندازند -یعنی در شعرها و«مقاله»هایشان- من نفرتم می‌گیرد و باورم نمی‌شود که راست می‌گویند. می‌گویم نکند فقط برای یک بشقاب پلو است که دارند داد می‌زنند. بگذریم.
فکر می‌کنم کسی که کار هنری می‌کند باید اول خودش را بسازد و کامل کند، بعد از خودش بیرون بیاید و به خودش مثل یک واحد از هستی و وجود نگاه کند تا بتواند به تمام دریافت‌ها، فکرها و حس‌هایش یک حالت عمومیت ببخشد.

از مصاحبه‌ی فروغ فرخزاد/ آرش ـ تیر ۱۳۴۳، شماره ۸

کانال @mimteam

👆🏿👆🏿👆🏿👆🏿👆🏿
Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call

And here I sit, hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
"My poetry was lousy", you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the Midwest

Ten years ago
I bought you some cuff links
You brought me something
And we both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust

You burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms

And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
An' snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel over Washington Square

Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there

Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You, who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague

'Cause I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
I once loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
Well, I've already paid...

کانال میم‌تیم @mimteam

کانال میم‌تیم @mimteam

Rachel: When a guy breaks up with his girl-friend, what is the appropriate amount of time to make a move?

Phoebe: I'd say about a month.

Monica: Really? I'd say 3 or 4.

Joey: Half hour!

Friends, s7 e8

کانال میم‌تیم @mimteam

خوی بد دارم
ملولم
تو مرا معذور دار

خویِ من کِی خوش شود بی رویِ خوبت ای نگار؟

#مولانا

کانال میم‌تیم @mimteam

کانال میم‌تیم @mimteam

کانال میم‌تیم @mimteam

از تو که حرف می‌زنم
همه‌ی فعل‌هایم ماضی‌اند
حتی ماضی بعید
ماضی خیلی خیلی بعید
کمی نزدیک‌تر بنشین
دلم برای یک حال ساده تنگ شده است

معصونه ناصری

کانال میم‌تیم @mimteam

نه یاد می‌کنی از ما
نه می‌روی از یاد
#سعدی

کانال میم‌تیم @mimteam

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Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things

I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to
A song that I had only sang to just a few
She saw my silver spurs and said let's pass some time
And I will give to you summer wine
Ohh, summer wine

Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine
Ohh, summer wine

My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak
I tried to get up but I couldn't find my feet
She reassured me with an unfamiliar line
And then she gave to me more summer wine
Ohh, summer wine

Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine
Mmm, summer wine

When I woke up the sun was shining in my eyes
My silver spurs were gone, my head felt twice its size
She took my silver spurs, a dollar and a dime
And left me cravin' for more summer wine
Ohh, summer wine

Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you my summer wine



Nancy Sinatra - Summer Wine

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You get STDs from people you trust.
People you don’t need to protect yourself from.

House MD, s3 e6

کانال میم‌تیم @mimteam