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In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we’re no more than castrated cats

Roberto Bolano

Poetry is the one thing that isn’t contaminated, the one thing that isn’t part of the game.
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Contamination Game Poetry
Only in chaos are we conceivable.
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Chaos Conceive
Death, in the Eastern tradition, was only a passage. What wasn’t clear, was toward what place, what reality, that passage led.
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Death Passage Reality Tradition
Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.
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Dreams Fade Goodness Light Morning
They could read him, they could study him, they could pick him apart, but they couldn’t laugh or be sad with him.
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Himself Laughter Reading Sadness Study
we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
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Desperation Life Moments
Poetry and prison have always been neighbors.
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Neighbor Poetry Prison
We’re artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don’t we?
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Artist Goodness Hide Job
Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.
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Myself Talk Understand
No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.
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Attention Hide Kill Oneself Pay Secret
The American mirror, said the voice, the sad American mirror of wealth and poverty and constant useless metamorphosis, the mirror that sails and whose sails are pain.
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Constant Mirror Pain Poverty Voice Wealth
For a moment the two of them looked at each other, wordless, as if they were asleep and their dreams had converged on common ground, a place where sound was alien.
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Alien Each Other Moments Place Sound
Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.
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Blood Literature Product Strange
Being alone makes us stronger. That’s the honest truth. But it’s cold comfort, since even if I wanted company no one will come near me anymore.
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Alone Company Honesty Myself Strong Truth
We never stop reading, although every book comes to an end, just as we never stop living, although death is certain.
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Book Death Philosophy Reading Stop
The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.
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Alive Fortune Ourselves World

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