after the game

May 27, 2006 03:19

Fenway Park. The stadium was lit like the Pantheon, like Apollo's eye-annihilating home, a gods-piloted oracle seen by Ezra Pound when he was in his cage detained by American GI's, bright lights to deprive him of sleep at night. A dog chasing its tail in the agitation of its prophecy.

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nightmareteeth June 16 2006, 11:00:11 UTC

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phryx March 27 2007, 02:52:34 UTC
"What is real?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle ( ... )

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phryx September 23 2007, 03:26:46 UTC
i realize that you are the only good thing that has happened to me in twenty-one years. that i have possibly ruined the one good thing i almost, never really, had.

do you come here any more. have you found someone that deserves all you have to offer. i wish you only the best. i have only ever wished you the best.

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