July was hot
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the landscapes of our pain
What strange appetites we have
that make us rewind time and summon up
the landscapes of our pain
Tony Hoagland
>The Cardigans: Erase and Rewind/Acoustic
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the way I got to help my mother
Symphony of EVA: Mother The First OtherIf you are lucky in this life,
you will get to help your enemy
the way I got to help my mother
when she was weakened past the point of saying no
Tony Hoagland
Sandra Bernhard: Motherhood
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i want to sink into water
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of nothingness of everything of never mind
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diminutive romances and the tender pattern of nudity on a hopeless summer night
Alone with a drowned passenger's shivering child. Darling, this is only a game! How marvelous were my fancied adventures as I sat on a hard park bench pretending to be immersed in a trembling book. Around the quiet scholar, nymphets played freely, as if he were a familiar statue or part of an old tree's shadow and sheen. Once a perfect little beauty in a tartan frock, with a clatter put her heavily armed foot near me upon the bench to dip her slim bare arms into me and righten the strap of her roller skate, and I dissolved in the sun, with my book for fig leaf, as her auburn ringlets fell all over her skinned knee, and the shadow of leaves I shared pulsated and melted on her radiant limb next to my chameleonic cheek. Another time a red-haired school girl hung over me in the metro, and a revelation of axillary russet I obtained remained in my blood for weeks. I could list a great number of these one-sided diminutive romances. Some of them ended in a rich flavor of hell. It happened for instance that from my balcony I would notice a lighted window across the street and what looked like a nymphet in the act of undressing before a co-operative mirror. Thus isolated, thus removed, the vision acquired an especially keen charm that made me race with all speed toward my lone gratification. But abruptly, fiendishly, the tender pattern of nudity I had adored would be transformed into the disgusting lamp-lit bare arm of a man in his underclothes reading his paper by the open window in the hot, damp, hopeless summer night.
Nabokov
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The memory of you emerges from the night around me
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I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?Pablo Neruda
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without hope
P. Neruda /via
+ Endless Love
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perfect
Tad Friend, Esquire October '93
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