more eros, eros, eros (a pretend dyslexic, a faker, an exit sign)
(laugh-smile)
they sent me a present. i have, officially in the mail, 1 "cup of inspiration," as well as a fruit pack. hee.
thank you for all of your words. i'm so tired, and i so want to have you know somehow. i know maybe i'm completely terrible at telling you, but it's true.
and so i'm always undeserving,
but thank you.
(fwop)
ps. what does "thorn" mean?
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i want him to like my paper, because he's just that smart. i'm tickled by it. i hate admitting it but sometimes, i really like gentle wit. like a fix of some sort. (sigh)
i read more older passages from OElytis; some made me kick start get up to start something, only to slowly back down because then I remembered I'd already worshipped like that in my own way. It's hard, these transmutations. But i'm happy, waiting for the professors to scurry to the podium. i sit and read in the dark, and my eyes are tired and hurt, and i even like it that way. i'm really small, i know. i know.
i'm sorry.
here it is. i didn't want to not remember it.
ix. "Yesterday I thrust my hand under the sand and held hers. All afternoon then the geraniums looked at me from the courtyards with meaning. The boats, those pulled to land, took on something known, familiar. And at night, late, when I removed her earrings to kiss her as I want to, with my back against the stone church wall, the pelago thundered and the Saints came with candles to give me light."
Doubtlessly a separate, irreplaceable sensation exists for each of us, which if we don't find and isolate in time, and cohabit with later, and fill with visible acts, we're lost.
x. Whatever I was able to acquire in my life by way of acts visible to all, that is, to win my own transparency, I owe to a kind of special courage Poetry gave me: to be wind for the kite and kite for the wind, even when the sky is missing.
...
xiv. I completed my higher mathematics in the School of the sea. Witness some exemplary sums:
...
4. Bliss is not subtractable.
they sent me a present. i have, officially in the mail, 1 "cup of inspiration," as well as a fruit pack. hee.
thank you for all of your words. i'm so tired, and i so want to have you know somehow. i know maybe i'm completely terrible at telling you, but it's true.
and so i'm always undeserving,
but thank you.
(fwop)
ps. what does "thorn" mean?
/
i want him to like my paper, because he's just that smart. i'm tickled by it. i hate admitting it but sometimes, i really like gentle wit. like a fix of some sort. (sigh)
i read more older passages from OElytis; some made me kick start get up to start something, only to slowly back down because then I remembered I'd already worshipped like that in my own way. It's hard, these transmutations. But i'm happy, waiting for the professors to scurry to the podium. i sit and read in the dark, and my eyes are tired and hurt, and i even like it that way. i'm really small, i know. i know.
i'm sorry.
here it is. i didn't want to not remember it.
ix. "Yesterday I thrust my hand under the sand and held hers. All afternoon then the geraniums looked at me from the courtyards with meaning. The boats, those pulled to land, took on something known, familiar. And at night, late, when I removed her earrings to kiss her as I want to, with my back against the stone church wall, the pelago thundered and the Saints came with candles to give me light."
Doubtlessly a separate, irreplaceable sensation exists for each of us, which if we don't find and isolate in time, and cohabit with later, and fill with visible acts, we're lost.
x. Whatever I was able to acquire in my life by way of acts visible to all, that is, to win my own transparency, I owe to a kind of special courage Poetry gave me: to be wind for the kite and kite for the wind, even when the sky is missing.
...
xiv. I completed my higher mathematics in the School of the sea. Witness some exemplary sums:
...
4. Bliss is not subtractable.