Some musings from a very unpleasant afternoon last week, since which time I have fully recovered:

[kissyour_misery]

Poets have much too narrow a focus, I’ve decided. Modern industrial shame prohibits us from discussing at any real length the elements radiating from the skies or the ground we walk on or the plants and animals we eat. That would be shallow, tedious, predictable. To become interesting, we speak less of reality than of imagination, of make-

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[saori_chan]

that is the most beautiful four paragraphs i have ever read about diarrhea.

-eyebrow raise-