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Diana Wynne Jones
I am really very sad to learn from Mr. Gaiman, among others, about the death of Diana Wynne Jones. She was one of my absolute favourite authors when I was a child and I passionately recommend her books all the time at work. In January I was gripped by a desire to amass a collection of them, with vague intentions to have them at hand for reading out ( Read more... ) -
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"He arrived one day at about three o'clock; everyone was in the fields; he entered the kitchen but at first did not notice Emma; the shutters were closed.Through the slits in the wood, the sun cast over the flagstones long, narrow stripes that broke at the angles of the furniture and trembled on the ceiling. On the table, flies were walking up the ( Read more... ) -
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Veryhappy.
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antidotes
1. THE PUPPY. Who is at this moment sharing my lap with the computer, dreaming with his eyes half-open. His eyes are beautiful, jade-coloured, and I can see them flickering back and forth, making his eyebrows jump: classic REM. Also, he's legtwitching and snuffling. My heart, it overflows.
2. Dear Virginia. This is from Mrs. Dalloway:
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I am so fucking terrified about the outcome of this election that I can't even talk about it like a normal rational person. The insta-stomachache and panicky racing of my rabbity heart whenever anyone says "Palin" distracts me & I get too scared to even pinpoint what it is about them that I find so deeply frightening. This is what I get for trying ( Read more... ) -
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"All men are deceived by the appearances of things, even Homer himself, who was the wisest man in Greece; for he was deceived by boys catching lice: they said to him, 'What we have caught and what we have killed we have left behind, but what has escaped us we bring with us.'"
--Heraclitus
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Mayakovsky
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My heart’s aflutter!
I am standing in the bath tub
crying. Mother, mother
who am I? If he
will just come back once
and kiss me on the face
his coarse hair brush
my temple, it’s throbbing!
then I can put on my clothes
I guess, and walk the streets.
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I love you. I love you,
but I’m turning to my verses
and my heart is closing
like a fist.
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Yes you who must leave everything that you cannot control.
It begins with your family, but soon it comes around to your soul.
Well I've been where you're hanging, I think I can see how you're pinned:
When you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you've sinned.
--"The Sisters of Mercy," Leonard Cohen
