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I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed & that necessary. from Variations of the Word Sleep by Margaret Atwood
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May 2011
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March 2011
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November 2010
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I have your good clothes in the car So cut your hair so no one knows I have your dreams and your teethmarks And all my fingernails are painted I’m here to take you now - The National
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October 2010
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September 2010
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Sep 25th
plata rasa
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. the tranquil sound of a running dishwasher, whose steady rhythmic shushing reminds you that when you were a pioneer in the wilderness of life, you wanted nothing more than your mother’s voice resonating against your cheek, which puts you completely at peace with not having circumnavigated anything solo.
Sep 18th
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August 2010
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“It had seemed like the beginning of happiness, and Clarissa is still sometimes shocked, more than thirty years later, to realize that it was happiness; that the entire experience lay in a kiss and a walk, the anticipation of dinner and a book. … What lives undimmed in Clarissa’s mind more than three decades later is a kiss at dusk on a patch of dead grass, and a walk around a...
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July 2010
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Jul 20th
If there is justice in some other world, those like myself, whom nature forces into lives of abstinence, should get the lion’s share of all things, all objects of hunger, greed being praise of you. And no one praises more intensely than I, with more painfully checked desire, or more deserves to sit at your right hand, - from Vespers by Louise Gluck
Jul 12th
“Of course all life is a process of breaking down, but the blows that do the dramatic side of the work—the big sudden blows that come, or seem to come, from outside—the ones you remember and blame things on and, in moments of weakness, tell your friends about, don’t show their effect all at once. There is another sort of blow that comes from within—that you...
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June 2010
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Clarissa Vaughn: He gives me that look. Julia: What look? Clarissa Vaughn: To say your life is trivial. You are so trivial. - The Hours
Jun 23rd
Before Summer Rain
Suddenly, from all the green around you, something—you don’t know what—has disappeared; you feel it creeping closer to the window, in total silence. From the nearby wood you hear the urgent whistling of a plover, reminding you of someone’s Saint Jerome: so much solitude and passion come from that one voice, whose fierce request the downpour will grant. The walls,...
Jun 19th
The Kanji we use for the word she—a woman far away. To us men, women will always appear to be on a distant shore. - Kaji, Neon Genesis Evangelion
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May 2010
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May 25th
I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been. - from Virginia’s last letter to Leonard Woolf
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May 23rd
I regret bitterly The years of loving you in both Your presence and absence, - From Circe’s Torment by Louise Glück
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My dear, it was a moment to clutch at for a moment so that you may believe in it and believing is the act of love, I think, even in the telling, wherever it went. - from The Expatriates by Anne Sexton
May 20th
May 20th
Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won’t know for twenty years. And you may never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say...
May 19th
Circe's Power by Louise Glück
I never turned anyone into a pig. Some people are pigs; I make them Look like pigs. I’m sick of your world That lets the outside disguise the inside. Your men weren’t bad men; Undisciplined life Did that to them. As pigs, Under the care of Me and my ladies, they Sweetened right up. Then I reversed the spell, showing you my goodness As well as my power. I saw We could be happy here,...
May 5th
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