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2/16/10
12/30/09
12/14/09
to Charlotte,
dearest companion of twenty years - without whom,
nothing
[a cute dedication in this book. teehee.]
dearest companion of twenty years - without whom,
nothing
[a cute dedication in this book. teehee.]
12/12/09
Swept Up Whole
You aren't swept up whole,
however it feels. You're
atomized. The wind passes.
You recongeal. It's
a surprise.
-Kay Ryan, from Elephant Rocks
however it feels. You're
atomized. The wind passes.
You recongeal. It's
a surprise.
-Kay Ryan, from Elephant Rocks
12/2/09
11/19/09
11/1/09
10/27/09
It's just a man failing to reappear.
Your experience! - Actors! I'm talking about death - and you've never experienced that. And you cannot act it. You die a thousand casual deaths - with none of that intensity which squeezes out life... and no blood runs cold anywhere. Because even as you die you know that you will come back in a different hat. But no one gets up after death - there is no applause - there is only silence and some second-hand clothes, and that's - death -
...not for us, not like that. Death is not romantic, and death is not a game which will soon be over... Death is not anything... death is not... It's the absence of presence, nothing more... the endless time of never coming back... a gap you can't see, and when the wind blows through it, it makes no sound...
-from Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard
Your experience! - Actors! I'm talking about death - and you've never experienced that. And you cannot act it. You die a thousand casual deaths - with none of that intensity which squeezes out life... and no blood runs cold anywhere. Because even as you die you know that you will come back in a different hat. But no one gets up after death - there is no applause - there is only silence and some second-hand clothes, and that's - death -
...not for us, not like that. Death is not romantic, and death is not a game which will soon be over... Death is not anything... death is not... It's the absence of presence, nothing more... the endless time of never coming back... a gap you can't see, and when the wind blows through it, it makes no sound...
-from Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard
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