American+Aspiration

Maybe You **Are** The Only One - //American Aspiration// "Ambition is the universal feeling." "Amongst democratic nations ambition is ardent and continual, but its aim is not habitually lofty; and life is spent in eagerly coveting small objects which are within reach." -Alexis de Tocqueville, __Democracy in America__

"The truth was that Jay Gatsby, of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. He was a son of God—a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that—and he must be about His Father's business, the service of a vast, vulgar, and meretricious beauty. So he invented just the sort of Jay Gatsby that a seventeen year old boy would be likely to invent, and to this conception he was faithful to the end." -F. Scott Fitzgerald, __The Great Gatsby__ Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river! **Dreams!** adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit! -Selection from Allen Ginsburg's "Howl" media type="custom" key="3891747" //Every day i spend my time, drinking wine, feeling fine Waiting here to find a sign, that I can understand yes I am In the days between the hours, Ivory towers, bloody flowers Push their heads into the air I don't care if I ever know, there I go In the days between the hours, Ivory towers, bloody flowers Push their heads into the air I don't care if I ever know, there I go

Don't push your love too far Don't push your love too far your wounds won't leave a scar Right now is where you are, in a broken dream

On the pad before my eyes, paper cries, telling lies The promises you gave, from the grave of a broken heart your wounds won't leave a scar Right now is where you are, in a broken dream

Did someone bow their head? Did someone break the bread? Good people are in bed, before nine o' clock

Every day i spend my time, drinking wine, feeling fine Waiting here to find a sign, that I can understand yes I am

Oh, don't push your love too far though your wounds won't leave a scar Right now is where you are, in a broken dream

Here what I say, okay! I sit here in my lonely room Ivory towers, bloody flowers I sit here in my lonely room Right here in my lonely room Uh, that's where you are Yeah//

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