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Witt-
genstein
wholly chosen
his ragged eyes
maybe grief chose
him and in so far as
grief is wholly God Witt-
genstein was a cold prophet
I am mostly convinced that Witt-
genstein was Hamlet's ghost
come to make our tears
solid with affected
whispers but Witt-
genstein would
disagree with
me I should
think

I cannot now recall exactly what creatures I saw on that visit to the Antwerp Nocturama, but there were probably bats and jerboas from Egypt and the gobi Desert, native European hedgehogs and owls, Australian opossums, pine martens, dormice and lemurs, leaping from branch to branch, darting back and forth over the greyish-yellow sandy ground, or ( Read more... )

For the sake of a single poem, you must see many cities, many people and Things, you must understand animals, must feel how birds fly, and know the gesture which small flowers make when they open in the morning. You must be able to think back to streets in unknown neighborhoods, to unexpected encounters, and to partings you had long seen coming; to ( Read more... )

It comes to a point where you're no longer sure whether you're miserable because you can't write or you can't write because you're miserable.. And then the only way out is to just write. No matter if what comes out is bad, or even artificial. Sometimes it's the physicality of it that matters - the feel of paper pushing up against your pen, the ( Read more... )

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9. Broken Social Scene - You Forgot It In People

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