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Head full of the 1980s - This is England '86, thinking back, thinking around, filling in this personal-historical space around me. I stood in the kitchen wondering out loud to my mum around another of the realisations about the cohort I'll be sharing undergraduate life with - how I grew to look back to the 80s with a fervour of wanting to know. ( Read more... ) -
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And before I pick up the rest - things are really quite blissful, and everything is unusual. And everything is constant. No upheavals; no shocks, no changes, just the gradual turnings of many things into many other things, always whole, reflecting back their past moments. A thousand tiny wheels, rotāns semperLittle bursts of thunderstorm - far- ( Read more... ) -
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“Write, write yourself alive”
- Jacques Roubaud (Ecris, ecris toi vivante; from Dans cet arbre, tr. Rosemarie Waldrop)
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- in fact, the point is not that you can change who you are, but that you can do so enough that you can avoid suffering. -
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New developments, heavy weights. Moving through.
Weights are just weights.
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Never bear more than one kind
of trouble at a time.
Some people bear three -
all they have had,
all they have now,
and all they expect to have.
- Edward Everett Hale
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It is always hard like this, not having a world,
to imagine one, to go to the far edge
apart and imagine, to wall whether in
or out, to build a kind of cage for the sake
of feeling the bars around us, to give shape to a world.
And oh, it is always a world and not the world.
- William Bronk (from At Tikal)
