I know so much <br />about things, I accept <br />so much, it's like <br />vomiting. And I am <br />nourished by the <br />shabbiness of my <br />knowing so much <br />about others and what <br />they do, and accepting <br />so much that I hate <br />as if I didn't know <br />what it is, to me. <br />And what it is to <br />them I know, and hate.<br /><br />Frank O'Hara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spleen-2/
