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Wednesday, May 27, 2009
I'm in the middle of reading Sebastian Night..and can I just say that it articulates the You in my head and the You that I know so perfectly? Sometimes I don't know if I've created you so poetically sound in my mind that every time you are unconventional it seems like it's rational that you aren't rational?
p.41-42
Sebastian in spite of himself realized with perhaps a kind of helpless amazement that no matter how wisely and sweetly his surroundings played up to his old dreams, he himself, or rather still the most precious part of himself, would remain hopelessly alone as it had always been. The keynote of Sebastian's life was solitude and the kindlier fate tried to make him feel at home by counterfeiting admirably the things he thought he wanted, the more he was aware of his inability to fit into the picture,--into any kind of picture. When at last he thoroughly understood this and grimly stated to cultivate self-consciousness as if it had been some kind of rare talent or passion, only then did Sebastian derive real satisfaction from its rich and monstrous growth, ceasing to worry about his awkward congeniality--but that was much later.
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p.41-42
Sebastian in spite of himself realized with perhaps a kind of helpless amazement that no matter how wisely and sweetly his surroundings played up to his old dreams, he himself, or rather still the most precious part of himself, would remain hopelessly alone as it had always been. The keynote of Sebastian's life was solitude and the kindlier fate tried to make him feel at home by counterfeiting admirably the things he thought he wanted, the more he was aware of his inability to fit into the picture,--into any kind of picture. When at last he thoroughly understood this and grimly stated to cultivate self-consciousness as if it had been some kind of rare talent or passion, only then did Sebastian derive real satisfaction from its rich and monstrous growth, ceasing to worry about his awkward congeniality--but that was much later.
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Friday, May 15, 2009
There really are some people who are worth the risk, the pain, and the trouble.
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friends
Friday, August 08, 2008
Resurrections 1/ Eduardo Galeano
Acute myocardial infarct, death clawing at the center of my chest. I spent two weeks sunk in a hospital bed in Barcelona. Then I sacrificed my tattered Porky 2 address book, which was falling apart, and although I could not help it, as I changed address books, I relived the years since the sacrifice of Porky 1. While I was transferring names, addresses and telephone numbers to the new book, I was also getting a clear perspective on the muddle of times and people I had been living with, a whirlwind of many deep joys and sorrows, and this was a prolonged mourning for the dead who had remained in the dead zone of my heart, a long, much longer celebration of those still alive who fired my blood and swelled my surviving heart. And there was nothing bad and nothing odd about the fact that my heart had broken from so much use.
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Acute myocardial infarct, death clawing at the center of my chest. I spent two weeks sunk in a hospital bed in Barcelona. Then I sacrificed my tattered Porky 2 address book, which was falling apart, and although I could not help it, as I changed address books, I relived the years since the sacrifice of Porky 1. While I was transferring names, addresses and telephone numbers to the new book, I was also getting a clear perspective on the muddle of times and people I had been living with, a whirlwind of many deep joys and sorrows, and this was a prolonged mourning for the dead who had remained in the dead zone of my heart, a long, much longer celebration of those still alive who fired my blood and swelled my surviving heart. And there was nothing bad and nothing odd about the fact that my heart had broken from so much use.
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Resurrections 1/ Eduardo Galeano
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