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and we stretched out in our beds and rose/in the late afternoons/like millionaires.
- Charles Bukowski, Millionaires
Distance: Remember all that land/beneath the plane; that coastline/of dim beaches deep in sand/stretching indistinguishably/all the way/all the way to where my reasons end?
Argument
Elizabeth Bishop
Talking nonsense is the sole privilege mankind possesses over other organisms. It’s by talking nonsense that one gets to the truth! I talk nonsense, therefore I’m human. Not one single truth has ever been arrived at without people first having talked a dozen reams of nonsense.
- Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime And Punishment
Art is the big door, but real life is a lot of small doors that you must pass through to create something new
- Moebius
She dreams a space where he reads her waggling dance/decodes this mute desire/her bumbling movements clearly pointing/that sweetness lies here/between us and the sun.
- line: Rachael Mead, The sweetness and the sting
a sovereign state of self involvement/adrift in the pacific/impassive as the idle and impassioned alike/drown in the roaring thirties
image: Noemie Goudal line: me
We are all immigrants to this place even if we were born here: the country is too big for anyone to inhabit completely, and in the parts unknown to us we move in fear, exiles and invaders. This country is something that must be chosen – it is so easy to leave – and if we do choose it we are still choosing a violent duality.
- Margaret Atwood, The Journals of Susanna Moodie
Turn, look up/through the gritty window: an unexplored/wilderness of wires
Photo: Transit, Katrin Koenning.
Line: Margaret Atwood, A Bus Along St Clair: December
I sit and watch it with you/your hair so near/the dark whorl of your ear
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