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The self forms at the edge of desire, and a science of self arises in the effort to leave that self behind.
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Sometimes a journey makes itself necessary.
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Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.
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It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.
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It takes practice to shave the skin off the light.
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Now every mortal has pain and sweat is constant, but if there is anything dearer than being alive, it's dark to me. We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth-- we call it life. We know no other. The underworld's a blank and all the rest just fantasy.
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What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.
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Sometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.
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Poetry - poiesis means a thing made.
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Lava bread makes you passionate.
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THE PRESOCRATIC PROBLEM [all snap flags] Parmenides named his gun The Hot Power of the Stars. His gun was one, uncreated, imperishable, timeless, changeless, perfect, spherical. Spherical was the problem.
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That night we made love "the real way" which we had not yet attempted although married six months. Big mystery. No one knew where to put their leg and to this day I'm not sure we got it right. He seemed happy. You're like Venice he said beautifully. Early next day I wrote a short talk "On Defloration" which he stole and had published in a small quarterly magazine. Overall this was a characteristic interaction between us. Or should I say ideal. Neither of us had ever seen Venice.
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A refugee population is hungry for language and aware that anything can happen.
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Desire is no light thing.
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Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.
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Philosophy - hopeless. Yet it gives me hope.
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I never really got over the fun of making letters.
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What is the fear inside language? No accident of the body can make it stop burning.
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When I desire you a part of me is gone.