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Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purposea point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.
- Mary Shelley

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A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know.
- Diane Arbus

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All that we know is nothing. We are merely crammed wastepaper baskets, unless we are in...
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Words that dance.
That intertwine and combine and
Ideas that act all spasticlike
Geometric shapes, precisely formed,
with pointed toes
A chaotic stacatto madness
That's what happens
Bodies know.

Teresa of God, by Anne Carson

Teresa lived in a personal black cube.
I saw her hit the wall each way she moved.
She cursed her heart

which was, she said, rent
and her nose
which had been broken again and again.

Some people have to fight every moment of their lives
which God has lined with a burning animal--
I think because

God wants...
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The Glass Essay, by Anne Carson (just a piece of it)

Suddenly cold I reach down and pull the blanket back up to my chin.
The vocation of anger is not mine.
I know my source.

It is stunning, it is a moment like no other,
when one's lover comes in and says I do not love you anymore.
I switch off the lamp and...
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The Revolutionary Soul of a Revolutionary Man: Dipshit Jones.
* a rough experiment in sarcasm

Pull yourself up by your bootstraps folks.
Cause Dipshit Jones says it's good
Advice to do so. "Yee-haw"

And if you don't believe in what he suggests
Just bend over like a good son
(he's got the gospel in his semen).

Dipshit Jones's miracle cure will shock you with its...
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He wants her to be
the person he wants her to be

She wants to be
the person she wants to be

And who she already is
And who she isn't

And who she is only a little bit
And also what he wants her to be

If there is some pieces
Of her left over. Afterwards.

That is the lie
That is so real to life

That is the lie thats
So real to life

Aspects of the
psyche

Conformity of the emotions
Is the new black

Apparently

You were orphaned by indifference. Do you see?

I Heart Huckabees is crazy.

Synchronicity is loathsome.
Coincidence means nothing for sure, except maybe that
Your own inner sense of justice / karma
will screw with you
until the day
you eventually wake
up from some stupid gay ass lie that you believe in
cause its true, in that fucked up, broken table,
backwards handstand kind...
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Candle


When you write

are you trying to create a vibe,

are you expressing

into the void,

are you building a labyrinthe,

are you tearing down some elaborate labyrinthe

you were born with called a psyche.

Do you have motive

Is there a purpose, like something you expect

to get by writing

Are you trying to become perfect by writing stuff

Is it a process...
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Long Gone, by Floater.

Feel the light upon me
looking
in the window.

Feel the warmth
of our innocence fade
away.

As the pleasures
we seek
run, so go our virtue

Dont call it
love

Dont call it
hate. Its just this
moment between you and I.

O Long gone.... Long gone

While we were
looking for comfort
we let everything fall to PIECES.

And...
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nostalgia

The line about bringing pain to the surface. Thats a way to put it. He had the cocoa right behind him all the time. So much in it, that didnt quite sit, but made sense because none of it didnt. Intentional imperfection. This living state between people. Slammed the hand, spoke the pain, and their was recognition. Willingness to suffer. Wanting to be pulled...
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The Jacket was very good.

Very positive too. In a psychotic kind of way.

The moral seems to be like

The people that torment us the most, might accidently set us free. If only.

If only we keep our wits about us, or somesing.