damn everything but the circus.
damn everything that is grim, dull, motionless, unrisking, inward turning, damn everything that won’t get into the circle, that won’t enjoy, that won’t throw its heart into the tension, surprise, fear and delight of the circus, the round world, the full existence…
I was so excited when I found this quote in a book in my amazing school library. When I looked it up and found the rest of the poem, I was even more enthralled, because this is pretty much how I feel right now. So many things, people, places and events bother me, a perpetual itch I cannot scratch for two more years. But I just stop and think “damn everything but the circus!” and everything feels better. I mean, who wouldn’t smile when they hear that?