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Do you have change for a dollar? Geryon heard Geryon say. No. Herakles stared straight at Geryon. But I'll give you a quarter for free. Why would you do that? I believe in being gracious. Some hours later they were down at the railroad tracks standing close together by the switch lights. The huge night moved overhead scattering drops of itself. You're cold, said Herakles suddenly, your hands are cold. Here. He put Geryon's hands inside his ..
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herakles
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young-love
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The moon makes a traveler hunger for something bitter in the world, what is it? I will vanish; others will come here, what is that? An old question.
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A gust of night pushed its way in the door and everyone inside wavered once like stalks in a field then resumed their talk.
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Where does unbelief begin? / When I was young // there were degrees of certainty. / I could say, Yes I know that I have two hands. / Then one day I awakened on a planet of people whose hands / occasionally disappear-
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I had not been in love before. It was like a wheel rolling downhill.
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As Sokrates tells it, your story begins the moment Eros enters you. That incursion is the biggest risk of your life. How you handle it is an index of the quality, wisdom and decorum of the things inside you. As you handle it you come into contact with what is inside you, in a sudden and startling way. You perceive what you are, what you lack, what you could be. What is this mode of perception, so different from ordinary perception that it i..
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his voice saying, You beauty. I can feel that beauty's heart beating inside mine as she presses into his arms in the high blue room-
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in between the neighbour who recalls her coming in from a walk on the moors with her face "lit up by a divine light" and the sister who tells us Emily never made a friend in her life, is a space where the little raw soul slips through."
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What is a Lamb of God? People use this phrase. I don't know. I watch my sister, fingers straying absently about her mustache, no help there.
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Order streamed from Noah in blue triangles and as the pure fury of his classifications rose around him, engulfing his life, they came to be called waves by others, who drowned, a world of them.
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Somehow Geryon made it to adolescence. Then he met Herakles and the kingdoms of his life all shifted down a few notches. ... Geryon was going into the Bus Depot one Friday night about three a.m. to get change to call home. Herakles stepped oof the bus from New Mexico and Geryon came fast around the corner of the platform and there it was one of those moments that is the opposite of blindness. The world poured back and forth between their ey..
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buenos-aires
geryon
herakles
lima
peru
volcanoes
winged-monster
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Monogamous. I'm interested in monogamous. I got married last May and had my honeymoon is Stykkisholmur. This year I returned to Stykkisholmur to live with my husband for three months in one small room. This extreme monogamy proved almost too much for us. Rather than murder each other we rented a second place (Greta's house) near the pool. Now we are happily duogamous.
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The fact that Anna is somewhere having coffee or a dream is an assault on me. I hate these moments of poverty, What does man eat? ask the phenomenologists. Likes the dogs, names,
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Like the terrestrial crust of the earth / which is proportionately ten times thinner than an eggshell, the skin of the soul / is a miracle of mutual pressures.
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Your voice I know. It had me terrified. When I hear it in dreams, from time to time all my life, it sounds like a taunt--but dreams distort sound, for they send it over many waters. During these hard days, I, a pilgrim, am giving my consideration to this. I trudge along the bottom of the river and the questioning goes on in me. What are we made of but hunger and rage? His heels rise and fall in front of me. How surprised I am to be entangle..
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Her marble tears run down her marble face. A stranger is someone who has no handkerchief. Who has no words to say. Whose shadow mind is burning as he sits watching her hands and thinks how rare! to see a Roman talk with no gestures at all.
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stranger
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perhaps you know that Ingeborg Bachmann poem from the last years of her life that begins "I lose my screams" dear Antigone, I take it as the task of the translator to forbid that you should ever lose your screams"
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memory
trauma
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On the Rules of Perspective A bad trick. Mistake. Dishonesty. These are the views of Braque. Why? Braque rejected perspective. Why? Someone who spends his life drawing profiles will end up believing that man has one eye, Braque felt. Braque wanted to take full possession of objects. He said as much in published interviews. Watching the small shiny planes of the landscape recede out of his grasp filled Braque with loss so he smashed them. Na..
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perspective
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The instant of nature forming between them drained every drop from the walls of his life leaving behind just ghosts rustling like an old map.
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Ray please I never lied to her. When need arose I may have used words that lied.
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You remember too much, my mother said to me recently. Why hold onto all that? And I said, Where can I put it down? She shifted to a question about airports.
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The presence of want awakens in him nostalgia for wholeness. His thoughts turn toward questions
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Isaiah go home and get some sleep, said God. Isaiah went home, slept, woke again. Isaiah felt a sensation below the neck, it was a silk and bitter sensation. Isaiah looked down. It was milk forcing the nipples open. Isaiah was more than whole. I am not with you am in you, said the muffled white voice of God.
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There are regular towns and irregular towns, there are wounded towns and sober towns and fiercely remembered towns, there are useless, but passionate towns that battle on, there are towns where the snow slides from the roofs of the houses with such force that victims are killed, but there are not empty towns (just empty scholars) and there is no regret. Now move along.
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You are a person in love with the impossible
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Three days (so I hear) she is without food, keeps her body pure of bread, longs to run herself aground in a sad secret death. Is it a god inside you, girl?
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Forro volt a hang, mint egy szin belseje.
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Because my theory is, there's no such thing as life, it's just catastrophe.
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Whenever I visit my mother I feel I am turning into Emily Bronte, my lonely life around me like a moor, my ungainly body stumping over the mud flats with a look of transformation
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It was Sappho who likened a girl to an apple ... and compared a bridegroom to Achilles. (Orationes 9.16)
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Geryon closed his eyes and listened to engines vibrating deep in the moon-splashed canals of his brain.
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A paste of blue cloud untangled itself on the red sky over the harbour.
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Emily is in the parlour brushing the carpet," records Charlotte in 1828. Unsociable even at home"
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All the same there are some small questions one would like to put to Sokrates. Or better still Sappho. .
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We live by waters breaking out of the heart.
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Components of today include a shape asleep on the floor an erased white world the tumblers vibrating in the closet and he brought the wrong book. Alive in a room as usual.
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It stung God. They say his spinal cord ran straight out of the sun.
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She ran from lamppost to lamppost, the wind slammed. Trotsky reviewed her in and an unofficial Communist Party resolution banned her poetry (1925). She didn't notice, didn't know what a Communist Party was in those days. Fog choked the city. Russia's great poets were all about 35 years ol Scraggly trees wandered by the canal in dim sun.
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Kinds of water drown us. Kinds of water do not.
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Pilgrims were people in scientific exile.
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Winter noon is on the rise. Weak suns yet alive are as virtue to suns of that other day. For the poor town dreams of surrender, mother never untender,
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Anne Carson |
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What's here doesn't please you,
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Youth is a dream where I go every night and wake with just this little jumping bunch of arteries in my hand.
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When is a pilgrim like a photograph? When the blend of acids and sentiment is just right.
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