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"Well, well, keep at it: ply the shears and paste Concoct from feasts of other men your hashes And should the thing be wanting in fire or taste Blow into flame your little heap of ashes... -- Faust

Sunday, March 29, 2009

after reading meister eckhart...












if your mind
is a great sunflower
hunched over on its stem
just remember
what seneca said: "that man or
woman is wretched who does not
transcend
their humanity." and to this i would
like to add: self-love is the
fleetest animal that bears
you to
mediocrity.

(the spiders they
sleep on sunday)
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