What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.
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Anand Thakur
What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.
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A page with a poem on it is less attractive than a page with a poem on it and some tea stains.
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It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.
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All human desire is poised on an axis of paradox, absence and presence its poles, love and hate its motive energies.
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To live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.
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You can never know enough, never work enough, never use the infinitives and participles oddly enough, never impede the movement harshly enough, never leave the mind quickly enough.
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Consider incompleteness as a verb.
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Do you remember when they taught cursive in schools? I think they don’t anymore. But I still enjoy it – just the physical act and all the – the whole business of making a thing out of language.
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I’ve come to understand that the best one can hope for as a human is to have a relationship with that emptiness where God would be if God were available, but God isn’t.
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When an ecstatic is asked the question, What is it that love dares the self to do? she will answer: Love dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.
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Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.
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It takes practice to shave the skin off the light.
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You doubt God? Well more to the point I credit God with the good sense to doubt me. What is mortality after all but divine doubt flashing over us? For an instant God suspends assent and poof! we disappear.
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Aristotle says that metaphor causes the mind to experience itself in the act of making a mistake.
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Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.
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We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth– we call it life.
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