Şubat 2012
115 gönderi
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The body is a noun, a surplus, a foot taking root where it steps. The body is a verb whose refrain encircles its nest, a word signifying the two while in flight. But its place of origin is seldom known, and one must learn to misplace, to remember the numerous errors before their yield, before our yielding.  JONATHAN MINTON Lazarus, before the attendant masses 
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75 I have suffered an, as it were, miraculous disenchantment. 76 1st Bougre: What’s he moping about? 2nd Bougre: Wertschmelz. 77 Andréa—for it was he— 78 Look. This is a spell. 79 illegible 80 One of these days, to begin. KEITH WALDROP The Concept of Through, The Garden of Effort 
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MALACHITE.  The sudden spoon is the same in no size. The sudden spoon is the wound in the decision.  CELERY.  Celery tastes tastes where in curled lashes and little bits and mostly in remains.  A green acre is so selfish and so pure and so enlivened.  GERTRUDE STEIN Tender Buttons
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The WEASEL, finding the lair of the basilisk, kills it with the smell of its urine, and this smell, indeed, often kills the weasel itself. The AMPHISBOENA has two heads, one in its proper place, the other at the tail; as if one place were not enough from which to fling its venom. DRAGONS. These go in companies together, and they twine themselves after the manner of roots, and with their heads...
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Dinle Tallulah Bankhead in a comedy routine with guest...
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Neither animals of different species, nor men of different cultures, nor any individual, animal or human, inhabits the same world as another, however close and similar these living individuals may be (humans or animals), and the difference from one world to the other will remain forever uncrossable, the community of the world being always constructed, simulated by a group of stabilizing...
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Anonim şunu sordu: describe how you would do a retelling of the abduction of Persephone myth?
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Among our articles of lazy hardware, I recommend the faucet that stops dripping when no one is listening to it. — MARCEL DUCHAMP
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CHORUS: From the sky the parent bird is weeping tears of blood. (The emotion of the dance now suddenly changes. The Hunter falls back a few steps and looks up fearfully. Then, hurling away his stick, he runs and snatches up the hat.) From the sky fall tears of blood. And I, covering myself with the sedge-hat, with the cloak of straw, attempt to escape the falling tears, dodging this way, now...
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Meaning is not in things but in between; in the iridescence, the interplay: in the interconnections; at the intersections, at the crossroads. Meaning is transitional as it is transitory, in the puns or bridges, the correspondence. — STÉPHANE MALLARMÉ
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ἀλλα καμ μὲν γλῶζζα ἔαγε, λέπτον δ’ αὔτικα χρῶι πῦρ ὐπαδεδπόμακεν, ὀππάτεζζι δ’ οὐδὲν ὄρημμ’, ἐπιγρό- μειζι δ’ ἄκουαι no: tongue breaks and thin fire is racing under skin and in eyes no sight and drumming fills ears SAPPHO If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho (trans. Anne Carson)
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NECK: Everybody knows you, installation of conjugal bliss. NOSE: Everybody knows you, tapestry of forgotten ideas, crystallization. NECK: Everybody knows you, formula for a song, running board of algebra, insomnia number, triple-skinned machine. MOUTH: Everybody does not know me. I am alone here in my wardrobe and the mirror is blank when I look at myself. Also I love the birds at the ends of lit...
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hey you      do you numb your sadness by creating sumptuous aesthetic experiences for yourself?                              do you mistrust sincerity and wholesome emotions?!        does the word whimsy mean more to you than the phrase snooty asshole?!              if you answered “GOLLY, YES” to 2 or more of these questions you should immediately run to Connecticut and keep Duncan...
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