From theory, action.

"Therefore let us risk our all,
Never resting, never tiring;
Not in silence dismal, dull,
Without action or desiring;

Not in brooding introspection
Bowed beneath a yoke of pain,
So that yearning, dream and action
Unfulfilled to us remain."

"Who built Thebes of the seven gates?
In the books you will find the names of kings.
Did the kings haul up the lumps of rock?
And Babylon, many times demolished
Who raised it up so many times? In what houses
of gold-glittering Lima did the builders live?
Where, the evening that the Wall of China was finished
Did the masons go? Great Rome
Is full of triumphal arches. Who erected them? Over whom
Did the Caesars triumph? Had Byzantium, much praised in song
Only palaces for its inhabitans? Even in fabled Atlantis
The night the ocean engulfed it
The drowning still bawled for their slaves.

The young Alexander conquered India.
Was he alone?
Caesar beat the Gauls.
Did he not have even a cook with him?

Philip of Spain wept when his armada
Went down. Was he the only one to weep?
Frederick the Second won the Seven Year’s War. Who
Else won it?

Every page a victory.
Who cooked the feast for the victors?
Every ten years a great man?
Who paid the bill?

So many reports.
So many questions."

"Like literary theory is so amazing and it’s all like “look actually there’s way more to talk about than you thought in writing” and then these poets are all “yo im sincere bitches"

"STEEEEELLLLLAAAAAAAA!!!"

"You are the world
But you see yourself
Through a darkened window
While you’re sat in a lit room."

"Waiting for the train
to take us to Ikea, you turn
to kiss me. I am wearing a hat.
The scene falls away. The door
falls down. I am Cthulu and you
are the narwhal. We are twenty
thousand leagues away from our
luggage. Ethics feels like corduroy."