Beauty
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I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.
Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.
There is beauty and humility in imperfection.
Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.
Sex and beauty are inseparable, like life and consciousness. And the intelligence which goes with sex and beauty, and arises out of sex and beauty, is intuition.
