“”Nobody to talk to. Nothing to do. When one has nothing to do, then is the time to correspond with one”s friends.
You perceive, then, why it is that I write you this letter—it is on account of my ennui and your sins.”
from “Mellonta Tauta”, Edgar Allen Poe
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I’m all for the metaphors that pinpoint elusive love.
I’ve a butterfly that lights right upon you like
A wild bird will dance onto a tame wire.
Random (?) and skittish, lovely luck of above.
Odd that the hat on a scarecrow
Has enough shine to ensure a lure enough
to bug and bird alike,
To draw, and not repel them,
Their wings aim down to light.
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“She’s gone, he’s gone too, and in the darkness; heaven and earth hold hands, the hands that loosened for a moment.”
from “The Piano Teacher’, Elfriede Jelinek
Monday, January 25, 2010
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