Mysterious Nothing! how shall I define
Thy shapeless, baseless, placeless emptiness?
Nor form, nor colour, sound, nor size is thine,
Nor words nor fingers can thy voice express;
But though we cannot thee to aught compare,
A thousand things to thee may likened be,
And though thou art with nobody nowhere,
Yet half mankind devote themselves to thee.
How many books thy history contain!
How many heads thy mighty plans pursue!
What labouring hands thy portion only gain!
What busy bodies thy doings only do!
To thee the great, the proud, the giddy bend,
And — like my sonnet — all in nothing end.
– ‘‘Richard Porson’’, in Morning Chronicle, March 4, 1814
Nothing Compares to You
Heh – this thread has me thinking for the first time about that song as the ultimate insult.
Obligatory Manics
Edit: almost forgot
the original tea party
Nothing from Wisconsin…
“Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be
nada in nada as it is in nada. Give us this nada our daily nada and
nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but
deliver us from nada; pues nada. Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing
is with thee.”
―
Ernest Hemingway - “A Clean Well Lighted Place”
What everybody in this thread is?
Gonna keep goin’ until I have nothing left in my search of nothing in my music files…
Nothing but the soul.
Time for a pause, so Thank you for Nothing:
Aussie revenge – I see nothing (not available in your country).
