mudclots I swallowed, in the tower,language, dark pilaster strip,kumiori.
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New Beginnings
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““The truth is like a lion. You don’t have to defend it. Let it loose. It will defend itself.””
— St. Augustine (354–430)
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on i go not toward or away. up until now it was day next day. up until now in a rush to prove. but now i only move to move.
neither being nor becoming, substance nor process, but rhythm: a flow of interruptions
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IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE (1946) dir. Frank Capra
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"The Americans on the boat did not seem to be so bad, but I was fascinated, after such a long absence from it, by the nature of their friendliness. It was a friendliness which did not suggest, and was not intended to suggest, any possibility of friendship. Unlike Europeans, they dropped titles and used first names almost at once, leaving themselves, unlike the Europeans, with nowhere thereafter to go. Once one had become “Pete” or “Jane” or “Bill” all that could decently be known was known and any suggestion that there might be further depths, a person, so to speak, behind the name, was taken as a violation of that privacy which did not, paradoxically, since they trusted it so little, seem to exist among Americans. They apparently equated privacy with the unspeakable things they did in the bathroom or the bedroom, which they related only to the analyst, and then read about in the pages of best sellers. There was an eerie and unnerving irreality about everything they said and did, as though they were all members of the same team and were acting on orders from some invincibly cheerful and tirelessly inventive coach. I was fascinated by it. I found it oddly moving, but I cannot say that I was displeased. It had not occurred to me before that Americans, who had never treated me with any respect, had no respect for each other."
-James Baldwin
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Alfred North Whitehead, Religion in the Making
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the weighing is done in autumn and the sifting what is to be threshed is threshed in autumn what is to be gathered is taken
the wind does not die in autumn the moon shifts endlessly thru flying clouds in autumn the sea is high
& a golden light plays everywhere making it harder to go one's way. all leavetaking is in autumn where there is leavetaking it is always autumn & the sun is a crystal ball on a golden stand & the wind cannot make the spruce scream loud enough
The Belltower by Diane di Prima
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