They must have made a mistake. I'm completely overwhelmed, I think it's insane. I love so many of the acts tonight and I think it's a bit bonkers to give the prize to one person. It's a bit nutty. It's kind of like a crazy contest between an orange and a spaceship and a potted plant and a spoon which one do you like better?
What's really important is storytelling. None of it matters if it doesn't support the story. I thought The Avengers was an appalling film. They'd shoot from some odd angle and I'd think, why is the camera there? Oh, I see, because they spent half a million on the set and they have to show it off. It took me completely out of the movie. I was driven bonkers by that illogical form of storytelling.
Change always follows the same pattern. If you come up with something new they try and put you off.If that doesn't work they call you stark raving bonkers.If that doesn't work they lock you up like the suffragettes.Then, after a pause, the change happensand you can't find anyone that doesn't claim to have been fighting for it with you.
There are times in a person's life when he or she must make a choice to believe. I choose to believe the sun will rise tomorrow. I also choose to believe that if you go to bed hungry you will wake up ready to eat. I've met a group of men in a faraway country who choose to believe that if you stand on a tree stump for an hour you will gain sympathy for trees. I am already quite sympathetic to trees, so I choose to think they are bonkers.
Obviously, consideration of costs is key, including opportunity costs. Of course capital isn't free. It's easy to figure out your cost of borrowing, but theorists went bonkers on the cost of equity capital. They say that if you're generating a 100% return on capital, then you shouldn't invest in something that generates an 80% return on capital. It's crazy.
I've read dozens of interviews and accounts that basically come down to How Poets Do It and the truth is they're all do-lally and they're all different. There's Gerard Manly Hopkins in his black Jesuit clothes lying face down on the ground to look at an individual bluebell, Robert Frost who never used a desk, was once caught short by a poem coming and wrote it on the sole of his shoe, T.S. Eliot in his I'm-not-a-Poet suit with his solid sensible available-for-poetry three hours a day, Ted Hughes folded into his tiny cubicle at the top of the stairs where there is no window, no sight or smell of earth or animal but the rain clatter on the roof bows him to the page, Pablo Neruda who grandly declared poetry should only ever be handwritten, and then added his own little bit of bonkers by saying: in green ink. Poets are their own nation. Most of them know.
EY YO I'M TRYN'A MAKE THESE NIGGAS GO BONKERS FROM LONDON TO THE YOUNGEST IN YONKERS WE SO-CAL RESIDENTIAL LYRICAL MONSTERS GETTIN' WOMEN'S ATTENTION LIKE I'M RIPPIN' A CONCERT SO PUT YOUR HANDS HIGH 'TIL YOUR ARMS HURT I WALK THE EARTH JUST LIKE GOD WORKS IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS YOUR SPIRITS IS SWAYED EVERY TIME MY LYRICS IS PLAYED SO PLEASE STOP GIVIN' THESE LYRICISTS PRAISE CAUSE THEY BLUFFIN' WHILE THEY BUSTIN' WITH A SERIOUS FACE AND IT'S UNBEARABLE THESE STEREO-RAP TRACKS ARE TERRIBLE I'M HERE TO TAKE CARE OF YOU WACK CATS AND BURY YOU BACK AT WHEREVER YOU CAME FROM I'M CARRYIN' THIS GAME ON MY BACK 'TIL THE PAIN'S NUMB AND I BE BUSTIN' ON FUCKS 'TIL I CAN'T CUM NO LONGER LOSSES, YOU GOTTA TAKE SOME TO GROW STRONGER I'VE CONQUERED ALL YOU HATERS LIKE A STRONG-ARMED DOMINATOR BIG DICK CONDOM BREAKER BIT A' BABY-MAMA MAKER AND AIN'T NO TIME TO TAKE BREAK YOU GOTTA BREAK THE MOLD I'M FROM A PLACE WHERE CATS ARE BORN TO PLAY THE GANSTA ROLES LIKE HITTIN' SWITCHES I WAS GETTIN' HIT WITH SWITCHES UNTIL I SWITCHED POSITIONS NOW I'M PLAYIN' WHEN THE GAME IS ON Y'ALL THINK Y'ALL BANGIN' BUT Y'ALL AIN'T AS STRONG MY POP A THUG I'M A SON OF A BLOOD WITH BLUE GATORS ON THE RECORD SPINNIN' HIS FAVORITE SONGS NOW HE'S BANGIN' MY SHIT ON THEM SAME TABLES THAT HE PLAYED 'EM ON NIGGA
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