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And so, we begin the countdown, ladies and gentleplums. The wind blowing furiously against the windows and doors, rattling loose fixtures infusing evening with a sinister motion - something wicked this way comes - shaking loose the last of the season's apples from bare boughs, sending the petals of a solitary yellow rose scuttling across the ( Read more... )

A change in the air because it's time, because you can't go back to a moment or the moment before...before what? And if you could which moment would you choose? If you stop for a moment, ask yourself: it is the moment you love? Is it the particular or the universal? And of course you know it's the universal in the particular in the moment ( Read more... )

(3)

"Behind all his toiling and weaving - for he is recklessless and aimlessly on his way as if in a desert - stands the question mark of a more and more perilous curiosity. 'Can all values not be turned around? and is good perhaps evil? and God only an invention and finesse of the Devil? Is everything perhaps in the last resort false? and if ( Read more... )

No relief and I can’t forget the water and stone ( Read more... )

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower ( Read more... )

RMR: a translation
(but not the one I wanted)

The Ninth Elegy Why, if it's possible to spend this span ( Read more... )

The World is too much with us; late and soon ( Read more... )

I'm having a sleep over at the 'rents. Mischief is sleeping sweetly in the next room. Mouth is at his Dad's ( Read more... )