December 2011
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I know my body by what it can do to your body. I...
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30 Things to Stop Doing to Yourself →
Relevant, all thirty items.
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That drinking game I will never play again, 2011
This is why I stick to coffee.
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This is happening right now.
Is it a normal matter to miss your partner whenever he is asleep? Do not get me wrong, I value his precious, precious rest - more than ever - but there is always this pervading feeling of genuine loneliness, almost akin to melancholia, whenever his body retires even for a short while, and it baffles me, like I want to rouse him, and love him in panic; and somehow, I always find myself finding...
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Jacques Derrida | Che cos’é la poesia (excerpt)
“No poem without accident, no poem that does not open itself like a wound, but no poem that is not also just as wounding.”
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“Rain by Jack Gilbert”
– Suddenly this defeat.
This rain.
The blues gone gray
And the browns gone gray
And yellow
A terrible amber.
In the cold streets
Your warm body.
In whatever room
Your warm body.
Among all the people
Your absence
The people who are always
Not you.
I have been easy with trees
Too long.
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