February 2012
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She often felt she was nothing but a sponge sopped full of human emotions.
– Virginia Woolf - To the Lighthouse
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Here we are again. I am holding half an acre of Michigan
in my left hand, the...
– “After Getting Caught Staring, Twice,” Meg Day
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You were my death:
you I could hold
while everything slipped from me.
– Paul Celan
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buying my spring wardrobe in february?
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lunch-poems:
T O S I N G
O B S T I N
A T E L Y T
H E T A L E
O F T H O S
E I M P...
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from Based On a Book of the Same Title
I wonder how much longer I can live...
– Leigh Stein
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absorb less; transmit more
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maybe i should learn to be a real person before i try to distort and magnify my humanity onstage and hope it means something
impossible fantasy of the day :-)
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mature man
holding his nose
to life
desires young woman
who
is indifferent...
– “A Personal,” Pablo Picasso
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instead of skipping february 29th every leap year how about we skip the entire month of february
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I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the...
– Franz Kafka
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I couldn’t name it, the sweet
sadness welling up in me for weeks.
So I...
– Dorianne Laux, “After Twelve Days of Rain”
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But it was unpleasant for her to read, that is, to follow the reflection of...
– Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
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1) dostoevsky
2) mad men
3) white sheets, white comforter
4) vanity fair
5) wind
6) e. e.
7) fresh clothes
8) nerves
9) potato everything
10) freedom from doubt