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I live at the end of some interminable corridor which the lucky damned can call hell but which the much unluckier atheists - and your mother heads up that bunch- must simply get used to calling home.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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There's only one choice now: finish what Zampano himself failed to finish. Re-inter this thing in a binding tomb. Make it only a book.
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mr-monster
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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ba096d4
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Immensely clever story, and quite creepy, in a delightfully scary way.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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f6a3e1d
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There is only a black fence and a wide field and a barn of Wyeth red. The smell of anger chokes the air. Ravens of September rain descend. Some say a mad mad hermit man lived here talking to himself and the woodchuck. But he's gone. No reason. No sense. He just wandered off one day, past the onions, past the fence. Forget the letters. Forget love. Troy is nothing more than a black finger of charcoal frozen in lake ice. And near where the ow..
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cf63d38
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i miss u i love you there's no second ive lived you can't call your own
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romance
love
house-of-leaves
letters
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Of course there always will be darkness but I realize now something inhabits it. Historical or not. Sometimes it seems like a cat, the panther with its moon mad gait or a tiger with stripes of ash and eyes as wild as winter oceans. Sometimes it's the curve of a wrist or what's left of romance, still hiding in the drawer of some long lost nightstand or carefully drawn in the margins of an old discarded calendar. Sometimes it's even just a va..
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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67c861c
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I miss you. I love you. There's no second I've lived you can't call your own.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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0b8cf64
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To repeat: her voice has life. It possesses a quality not present in the original, revealing how a nymph can return a different and more meaningful story, in spite of telling the same story.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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cad3c47
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Our newness lies only in parts rearranged.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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0549bb8
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If one invests some interest in, for example, a tree and begins to form some thoughts about this tree then writes these thoughts down, further examining the meanings that surface, allowing for unconscious associations to take place, writing all this down as well, until the subject of the tree branches off into the subject of the shelf, that person will enjoy immense psychological benefits.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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c3727a7
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There is no such thing as the last straw. There is only hay.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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c483f3b
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My hands resemble some ancient tree: the roots that bind up the earth, the rock and the ceaselessly nibbling wordms.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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097c369
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words need worlds in order to be worlds. worlds though don't need words in order to be worlds.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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da5e20b
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I guess I'm hoping the weapons will make me feel better, grant me some kind of fucking control, especially if I sense the dullness inside me get too heavy and thick, warning me that something is again approaching, creeping slowly towards my room, no figment of my imagination either but as tangible as you and I, never ceasing to scratch, waiting, perhaps for a word or an order or some other kind of sign to at last initiate this violent and b..
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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814a692
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How do we remember this emptiness so in fullness we won't forget?' Asked once, when emptiness was the worst. Why ever [would] he want to remember that?
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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It is beneficial to consider the origins of "riddle." The Old English raedelse means "opinion, conjure" which is related to the Old English raedon "to interpret" in turn belonging to the same etymological history of "read." "Riddling" is an offshoot of "reading" calling to mind the participatory nature of that act--to interpret--which is all the adult world has left when faced with the unsolvable. "To read" actually comes from the Latin re..
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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e9b5631
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Irony? Irony can never be more than our own personal Maginot line; the drawing of it, for the most part, purely arbitrary.
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philosophy
truth
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55cee9e
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Both pieces are similar in one way:what one could believe, one doubts. Nicoise because one depends upon the moral sense of the filmmaker, The Navidson Record because one depends upon the moral sense of the world.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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4a1bc5d
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Since when did you bring a gun?" Navidson asks, crouching near the door. "Are you kidding me? This place is ."
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At least when you're drunk," Tom adds, quickly wiping the wet from his face. "You've always got the floor for your best friend. Know why?" "It's always there for you," Navidson answers, his own cheeks suddenly flushing with emotion as he helps his weaving brother to the kitchen. "That's right," Tom whispers. "Just like you."
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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bfa1ae3
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You have to let the water run awhile and even though it remains icy, part of you still refuses to believe it won't change, especially if you wait a little longer or open up the valve a little more. So you wait but no matter how many minutes run by, you still see no steam, you still feel no heat.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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cee8a20
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It's too annoying. Too me.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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52e881d
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Even up until these final eons of time, we felt we could create anything. We could build ourselves a heaven. But why? We were Heaven already. Only in the very end did we try to build a S.O.U.L. That which would outlast V.E.M., outlast The Verse, outlast death. But it was impossible. Or we were too late. Though still the H.O.L.Y. tried. And built Hell instead.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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7b3400a
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Sometimes how you talk is all you got. Even if your talk is wrong.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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50f72a2
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I took my morning walk, I took my evening walk, I ate something, I thought about something, I wrote something, I napped and dreamt something too, and with all that something, I still have nothing because so much of sum'things has always been and always will be you. I miss you.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or on some desolate street or even in the comforts of your own home, you'll watch yourself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by. You'll stand aside as a great complexity intrudes, tearing apart, piece by piece, all of your carefully conceived denials, whether deliberate or unconscious. And then for better or worse you'll turn, unable to resist, though try to resist you still will,..
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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You might try then, as I did, to find a sky so full of stars it will blind you again. Only no sky can blind you now. Even with all that iridescent magic up there, your eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no longer trace constellations. You'll care only about the darkness and you'll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you're some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as if j..
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psychological-thriller
suspense
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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41057cb
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Photojournalism has frequently been lambasted for being the product of circumstance. In fact rarely are any of these images considered in terms of their composition and semantic intent. They are merely news, a happy intersection of event and opportunity. It hardly helps that photographs in general also take only a fraction of a second to acquire. It is incredible how so many people can constantly misread speed to mean ease. This is certainl..
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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But tomorrow came faster than expected, as if the future were never somewhere else, but all along part of the fabric of every present, merely untwining itself again and again into a new distinction that could never be new again.
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new
tomorrow
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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d432698
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I'm so tired. Sleep's been stalking me for too long to remember. Inevitable I suppose.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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03ba59e
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The greatest love letters are always encoded for the one and not the many.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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c77d552
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You could not believe what one sigh articulates. What one laugh creates.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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Words will heal your heart. If you ever come to disregard everything I've told you, believe at least this much: your words and only your words will heal your heart.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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Hopefully you'll be able to make sense of what I can represent though still fail to understand.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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they can make up their own mind. Kle loved that expression. "'Make up' as in fabricating as in creating your own mind. Pretty radical phrase if you give it a moment."
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intrigue
surreal
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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e0386c3
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Just a glance at the ragged mess around her fingernails communicated more than the lenghiest essays on the nature of distress.
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danielewski
distress
the-familiar
xanther
nails
bite
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8cc26f8
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For some reason, I've been thinking more and more about my mother and the way her life failed her, humiliated her with impulses beyond her command, broke her with year after year of the same.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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He [Zampano] probably would of insisted on corrections and edits, he was his own harshest critic, but I've come to believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angels of personality, the riddle of a soul. In this case a very old soul. A very old riddle.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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2cda278
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No gunfire, famine, or flies. Just lots of toothpaste, gardening and people stuff.
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simple-life
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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People frequently comment on the emptiness in one night stands, but emptiness here has always been just another word for darkness. Blind encounters writing sonnets no one can ever read. Desire and pain communicated in the vague language of sex
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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Oh Shnorhk, how beautifully you speak Armenian, the third thing I miss most about you. The second thing I miss most about you: how beautifully you play." Shnorhk not say anything. What trying to say only take away. Shnorhk just scald throat with more tea and eat cake after cake. Grateful still, in the end, that Mnatsagan, always kind, is kind enough not to say the first thing he miss so much."
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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e17bf97
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One glance at her, even now in the glass of my mind, and I want to take off and travel with her.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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c98c8b0
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Her. Her. Her. Future breezes implore me to stay. But I'm no future. I'm no past. Only ever contemporary of this path. I'll sacrifice everything for all her seasons give from losing. She, I sigh from The Mountain top. By her now. My only role. And for that freedom, spread my polar chill, reaching even the warmest times, a warning upon the back of every life that would by harming Hailey's play, ever wayward around this vegetative rush of orb..
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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ef8f568
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When Unguarded Thoughts Returned Over Breakfast --He needs to eat and so opens the fridge to retrieve along with bread a brick of butter. --[illegible], Paris. July 26, 1988
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