Caught between the tongue and the taste.
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Anand Thakur
Caught between the tongue and the taste.
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I mean, every thought starts over, so every expression of a thought has to do the same. every accuracy has to be invented… I feel I am blundering in concepts too fine for me.
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When I desire you a part of me is gone.
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Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.
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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 is when you are asking about something that you realize you yourself have survived it, and so you must carry it, or fashion it into a thing that carries itself.
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The man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.
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Simply do something else and return to it later to find the problem wasn’t a problem at all. Ruptures almost always lead to a stronger project.
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Love dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.
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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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Sometimes a journey makes itself necessary.
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You used to say. “Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.” Madness doubled is marriage I added when the caustic was cool, not intending to produce a golden rule.
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My religion makes no sense and does not help me therefore I pursue it.
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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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Time isn’t made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.
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Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.
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