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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Anand Thakur
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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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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Lava bread makes you passionate.
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To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.
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Desire is no light thing.
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Philosophy – hopeless. Yet it gives me hope.
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The man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.
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Sometimes a journey makes itself necessary.
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Each night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.
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No need to fear death. There will be a tunnel and 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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Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.
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Under the seams runs the pain.
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Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
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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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There is no person without a world.
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