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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Anand Thakur
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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What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.
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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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It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.
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He came after Homer and before Gertrude Stein, a difficult interval for a poet.
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Everything depends on liking the people and trusting the people. You have to assume that whatever they do will be as good as you want the thing to be and just go ahead with that.
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They were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.
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Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.
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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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The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbols never perfectly match. Eros is in between.
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If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.
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Love is a good place to situate our distrust of fake women.
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Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.
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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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I do think I have an ability to record sensual and emotional facts and factoids, to construct a convincing surface of what life feels like, both physical life and emotional life.
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Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
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