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Robert Creeley

The Rain All night the sound had come back again, and again falls this quiet, persistent rain.   What am I to myself that must be remembered, insisted upon so often? Is it   that never the ease, even the hardness, of rain falling will have for me   something other than this, something not… Continue reading Robert Creeley

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Salman Rushdie

But love is what we want, not freedom. Who then is the unluckier man? The beloved, who is given his heart’s desire and must for ever after fear its loss, or the free man, with his unlooked-for liberty, naked and alone between the captive armies of the earth?” ― Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her… Continue reading Salman Rushdie

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Marguerite Duras

I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot… Continue reading Marguerite Duras

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Charles Bukowski

it’s moments like this – you can feel it happening – that you grow transformed partly into something else strange and unimaginable— so when death comes it can only take part of you —Charles Bukowski, from “8 Count Concerto,” What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through The Fire. (Ecco; 1 edition June 1,… Continue reading Charles Bukowski

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