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Jean-Francois Lyotard

‘Use me’: a statement of vertiginous simplicity, it is not mystical, but materialist. Let me be your surface and your tissues, you may be my orifices and my palms and my membranes, we could lose ourselves, leave the power and the squalid justification of the dialectic of redemption, we will be dead. —  Jean-Francois Lyotard,… Continue reading Jean-Francois Lyotard

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Mark Z. Danielewski

You might try then, as I did, to find a sky so full of stars it will blind you again. Only no sky can blind you now. Even with all that iridescent magic up there, your eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no longer trace constellations. You’ll care only about the… Continue reading Mark Z. Danielewski

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Tony Hoagland

Without even knowing it, I have believed in you for a long time. When I looked at my blood under a microscope                 I could see truth multiplying over and over. —Not police sirens, nor history books, not stage-three lymphoma                                                                                      persuaded me but your honeycombs and beetles; the dry blond fascicles of grass                                                              … Continue reading Tony Hoagland

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Jean-Paul Sartre

And I-soft, weak, obscene, digesting, juggling with dismal thoughts-I too was In the way. Fortunately, I didn’t feel it, although I realized it, but I was uncomfortable because I was afraid of feeling it (even now I am afraid-afraid that it might catch me behind my head and lift me up like a wave). I… Continue reading Jean-Paul Sartre

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John Ashbery

Our star was brighter perhaps when it had water in it. Now there is no question even of that, but only Of holding on to the hard earth so as not to get thrown off, With an occasional dream, a vision: a robin flies across The upper corner of the window, you brush your hair… Continue reading John Ashbery

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Angela Carter

I am the lady of the castle. My name is exile. My name is anguish. My name is longing. Far from the world on the windy crests of the mountain, I am kept in absolute seclusion, my time passes in an endless reverie, a perpetual swooning. I am both the Sleeping Beauty and the enchanted… Continue reading Angela Carter

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