Feb 22, 2020
it's special days like this that i'm reminded that phil has legs which always gives me so many emotions
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it's special days like this that i'm reminded that phil has legs which always gives me so many emotions
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A Quote by Poet Tony Hoagland
“The artist is not a freak or an oracle or a genius. In fact, the artist is at the epicenter of normality. Poets are wounded in the same ways as everyone else, but with one particular distinction—they are not wounded to the point of speechlessness. Instead, they are wounded into speech. Their job, unlike the roles assigned to most of us, is not to conceal or to disguise their woundedness, but to make it glaringly evident.”
1759. Speechlessness
This is “Speechlessness.” I did this because I had to.
I am trying out a kind of speechlessness, says the chair in the room.
Mr. Matterhorn, not hearing this, sits in the chair in the room.
Mr. Matterhorn sits and reads an old magazine there. The chair says nothing.
Not because it doesn’t want to, but because it has decided on doing something new for a change. It’s going to try this new thing.
Oh golly, this is the start of something exciting!
Outside in the grounds, as soon as the young foreigner appeared, the man unconsciously drew nearer the window. His hands clutched at the sill as if stricken lifeless, shattered by the strain of watching, the shock of seeing.
Marguerite Duras: Blue Eyes, Black Hair
There is always a reason
There is always a reason
We had not heard of each other for a long time, when we met again, just as chance bringst people together. Sometimes after long, others after a short break, depending on how the fates mood. Again and again I wondered what your reasons were for your silence. But I did not want to penetrate you. There is always a reason. There would be one here, even if I did not recognize it at that moment.…
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I watched her without saying a word. My ribs were iron rods, there was no room . . . When she talks, her face is like a quick flashing wheel--you can't see the separate spokes.
Yevgeny Zamyatin We (pg. 52)
Did you know/realise how much I loved you by my speechlessness when we finally met again?
A little something from me and my thoughts.
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