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mopenopenope-blog · 9 years ago
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mopenopenope-blog · 9 years ago
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By yourself you can't tell which reality is real. It is perverse but it is only human. You burn the house to roast the pigs. It's the way humans had always roasted pigs.
Herzog by Saul Bellow
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mopenopenope-blog · 9 years ago
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I saw myself in the mirror and thought I was someone else... I feel like I could do great things... A year ago I would be concerned with my feelings; that I want to do something. I sometimes think I'm having a nervous breakdown, but it seems life is just opening up for me.
The tenants of Moonbloom by Edward Lewis Wallant
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mopenopenope-blog · 9 years ago
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'Time.' What do you mean time, time helps with what? 'Everything'
Fatelessness by Imre Kertesz
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mopenopenope-blog · 9 years ago
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What a relief it would be if the world were to lose some its contents.
Street of Crocodiles by Bruno Schulz
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mopenopenope-blog · 9 years ago
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Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly, Asleep on the black trunk, Blowing like a leaf in green shadow. Down the ravine behind the empty house, The cowbells follow one another Into the distances of the afternoon. To my right, In a field of sunlight between two pines, The droppings of last year’s horses Blaze up into golden stones. I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on. A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home. I have wasted my life.
Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota By James Wright
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