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Brownian Motion

This line from Lasky:

It is a human instinct to create both out of the self and out of the world.  And our human instincts (thankfully) are never linear.

Do you hear that?  Your instincts are not, and have never been linear.  The time you loved the captain of the school cricket team.  The time you told the truth even though nobody benefitted, least of all you.  The time you asked for only as much as you needed, when you could have asked for more.  The time you said, turning as you walked through the sliding glass doors at Peretola, so cheesily but still, tornerò.  The time you said yes, alright, let’s be roommates.  The time you decided to leave, never mind their mindfucks.  The time you decided to stay, never mind that it was now, almost exactly, as long as they said it would be.  The time you asked for more.  The time you kissed the other boy.  The time you gave a stranger your turquoise bangles.  The time you didn't ask about the one thing you needed to know hadn't yet happened.  The time you decided to make it work, more or less.  The time you didn’t.  The time you asked for more.


[nightingaleshiraz] [?]
[Santo Spirito, Firenze]
[mercoledì 11 luglio 2018 ore 09:07:04] []

Chartreux

This morning I’m still thinking of Donald Hall.  But last night I read this, and it made me angry with Donald Hall, even though he is just dead (and still, anyway and always, Donald Hall).  So this morning in thinking of him, but not wanting to listen to him (in more than a manner of speaking), I go looking to listen to Jane.  And so among the lilacs longing not to open by the barn, among the snuffled tufts of grass and the poppies with their black and secret centers, the boutonnières and the bleeding heart of a bookmarked Christ, among all this I find “The Blue Bowl.”

I put it in a box with some other things we will one day want.


[nightingaleshiraz] [?]
[Santo Spirito, Firenze]
[martedì 03 luglio 2018 ore 09:06:27] []