June 2010
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May 2010
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MUSEE: Sometimes →
It’s difficult seeing, to look at her on a Saturday afternoon, and to know, know she also knew, for the first time this will be the last Saturday they sit, coupled and crying, pretending they didn’t know, didn’t see that together they couldn’t move on.
And she knew that soon all she’d…
October 2009
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I'm here. Follow me now. →
August 2009
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July 2009
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Tsvetayeva to Pasternak.
May 22, 1926 Saturday
I could have written about myself what you wrote about yourself: love, love, love, on every hand. And it doesn’t bring pleasure. I used to let anyone call me by my first name (without patronymic). Well, a name can become cheap. Now I don’t forbid it. I just don’t answer to it. (A name should be in the name of something.) Suddenly you have...
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Still Life:
Albert Camus wrote that the only serious question is whether to kill yourself or not.
Tom Robbins wrote that the only serious question is whether time has a beginning or an end.
Camus clearly got up on the wrong side of the bed, and Robbins must have forgotten to set the alarm.
There is only one serious question. And that is:
Who knows how to make love stay?
-Still Life with Woodpecker by...
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I have to change the bed,
But catch myself instead
Stopped upright where I am...
– -Thom Gunn.
This illustrates 4am 07-18-09. The beginning of my birthday.
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Move it Lady, O!
Moving apartment to apartment in Manhattan was a hop, skip and jump. Granted too embarrassed to have men load my twenty years of junk into their van, I cordially requested that I load 129 cookbooks into luggage, carry China that served all of WWII down seven flights of stairs, balance boxes of polaroids and photographs on top of my soft skull and drag trash bags full of magazines, ziplocks stuffed...
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The Production of Meaning.
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Yes, without a doubt, laughter is indeed the shield of of the wounded, and what...
– The Perpetual Weight of Paradise by Francisco Carrasco.
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When I was very young and the urge to be someplace else was on me, I was assured...
– Travels with Charley: In Search of America by John Steinbeck.
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Confusion is always the most honest response.
– Marty Indik
June 2009
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We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It’s...
– The Book of Disquiet: A Factless Autobiography by Fernando Pessoa.
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