Mmm how I love this desire
To write her something A bit emphatic, like this one last message, Knowing that I shouldn’t, that she doesn’t care anymore, That she’s far, far away from any of that now (and writing here is already too much of course, although the probability of her reading is fairly low…), Knowing that I won’t, because it will just end up in worsening things, etc., Feeling...
Paradise Lost Hamlet Macbeth * Alain Badiou Gilles Deleuze * Metzer,Musical modernism at the turn of thetwenty-first century Taruskin. * Later, probably Keats Dante.
Now I see that silly/true scenario Where I feel you in every place In the airport, cafe nero, wherever We’ve been, places I swept by Indifferent to you and the rest At least now if my plane crashes And I sigh of you those miles between Us will be true/silly miles, distance Distance just like in those Pound-loved Supreme troubadours. And yet can it be otherwise? I’m at least...
10’001 btw :)
I may just have experienced a mighty reversal!!
Eroticism is one of the basic means of self-knowledge, as indispensible as...– Anais Nin (via slinkymoon)
I wish I could have kissed goodbye.
Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being...– Oscar Wilde (via madame-curie)