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“I love three things, I then say. I love a dream of love I once had, I love you, and I love this patch of earth.
And which do you love best?
The dream.”
― Pan
And which do you love best?
The dream.”
― Pan
“Your body is a hyacinth,
Into which a monk dips his waxy fingers.
Our silence is a black cavern,
From which a soft animal steps at times
And slowly lowers heavy eyelids.
On your temples black dew drips,
The last gold of expired stars”
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Into which a monk dips his waxy fingers.
Our silence is a black cavern,
From which a soft animal steps at times
And slowly lowers heavy eyelids.
On your temples black dew drips,
The last gold of expired stars”
―
“There’s a monument due me by rank already
I’d blow the damn thing up with dynamite
So strongly I hate every kind of dead thing
So much I adore every kind of life!”
―
I’d blow the damn thing up with dynamite
So strongly I hate every kind of dead thing
So much I adore every kind of life!”
―
“For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.”
― Selected Poems and Four Plays
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.”
― Selected Poems and Four Plays
“Psychoanalysis has taught that the dead – a dead parent, for example – can be more alive for us, more powerful, more scary, than the living. It is the question of ghosts.”
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Clay’s 2024 Year in Books
Take a look at Clay’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
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394 friends
494 books
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621 books
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0 books
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57 books
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135 friends
467 books
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60 friends
204 books
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