and so i told myself to take that one. because father said clocks slay time. he...– william faulkner, the sound and the fury (“june second, 1910”) (via materdolorosa)
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My artistic circle is shrinking, each & every day Friends are disappearing so fast, it’s hard to keep up Why are they all suddenly vanishing? Is it because it’s so very windy? Maybe it’s the end of the golden post-surrealist era Romanian avant-garde poet Alexandru Lungu, evaporated this morning Dreaming of voyages from Bonn to Chicago to visit his friend, poet Paul Paun Julien Gracq, a surreal...
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To Bukowski by Gabrielle Myers Blue bird walking in my heart stop pecking at these tired ventricles look at all the worms writhing out past my feet.
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He came into the place besotted and slammed the door with loud shouts of “Bejasus!” and “Bullocks!” There were two women and five men sitting at the back end of the bar and Paddy the barman told Himself to shut his yap and show some respect for the ladies who were present or he’d serve him nothing to drink. Himself belched and nodded his head, agreeing to the demand. After he was served his pint...