February 2012
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“[T]he fact that failure provides the norm of saying arouses a fallacious hope...”
– Alain Badiou. Handbook of Inaesthetics. Trans. Alberto Toscano. Stanford: Stanford UP, 2005. 101-2. (via dangerousfailures)
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“‎If you had loved as I had loved, you would murder love.”
– Mayakovsky
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“You are always ticking inside of me and I dream of you more often than I don’t....”
– Sierra DeMulder (via nonsensicalpapers)
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“Colonial syllogism No one can escape from destiny No one can escape fate No...”
– Tristan Tzara, Colonial Syllogism, 1924 
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“My sense of estrangement is becoming more and more dreadful.”
– W. G. Sebald 
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Time out of mind. Which is a phrase I suspect I may have never properly understood, now that I happen to use it. Time out of mind meaning mad, or time out of mind meaning simply forgotten? -David Markson, Wittgenstein’s Mistress
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Space is boring, I cannot just sit around forever taking up what nobody else wants. It is only fitting, that the space between here and there is neither here nor there. How long do you reckon it will take me to walk from the top of this poem to bottom? to span the gap between ‘i’ and ‘u’? My love, according to Zeno we will never see eachother again. Atleast now...
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"Mayakovsky" by Frank O'Hara
1 My heart’s aflutter! I am standing in the bath tub crying. Mother, mother who am I? If he will just come back once and kiss me on the face his coarse hair brush my temple, it’s throbbing! then I can put on my clothes I guess, and walk the streets. 2 I love you. I love you, but I’m turning to my verses and my heart is closing like a fist. Words! be sick as I am sick, swoon, roll back your eyes,...
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“I am lonely for myself I can’t find a real poem if it won’t happen to me...”
– Frank O’Hara 
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