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Charles Bukowski

I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often. — Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness.… Continue reading Charles Bukowski

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Françoise Delcarte

Here I desire nothing but summer and its respite. The leisure of warm weather, The day’s shoulder to lean on. To hold your hand once more, to come and wake the dawn. To erase all till nightfall, to cancel, disown myself. To be immersed in you, To vouch for your laughter. To let the seasons… Continue reading Françoise Delcarte

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Theodore I. Rubin

I must learn to love the fool in me — the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom… Continue reading Theodore I. Rubin

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Wallace Stevens

II I was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. III The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was a small part of the pantomime. — Wallace Stevens, from “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird,” The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens (Vintage, 1990)

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