"I think there are always two sides, and one of them is the unsayable. The utterly singular. Who you are; who you can never tell anybody. And on the other hand, there is what you can express. How do we know about this thing we talk about? Because we talk about it. We're using words. And the words never say it, but the words are all we have to say it."
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farewell versifiers
feeling sun light
dress saliva beads
blend, weave, texture, tactile, design
hello blind Beauty
words escaped tyranny's memory
express themselves dancing, resilient, radiant
negotiating a fine line as
4 japanese in wheelchairs laugh in Laos
eat noodles spilling syllables
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| Fate is above me. Why should I browse?
Sleeping in dosses, an outcast, I rove. Grief is a cellar, that opens in every old house. A ditch is below me and fate is above. What did I want? Well, a life of contentment. What did I get? Just a coffin and wreath... Under the cradle a grave has been latent. Fate is above me, a ditch is beneath. Up in the sky my soul, like a hound, howls, despaired, the trigger to pull it was keen. Fate has come over my family background, and on the earth where fate is my kin. What have I done, apart from the simple poems I've written in passing to date? I've been a lightening conductor for people. Now I have broken my back. Such is fate. + Dear colleagues, I'm so happy: nowadays when all is well I’m the only one who happens to be criticized like hell.
I’m a black sheep. No objection, for my living does make sense ‘cause I set off the perfection of my flawless author friends.
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