"I dont hate it he thought, panting in the cold air, the iron New England dark: I dont. I dont! I dont hate it! I dont hate it!" - William Faulkner, Absalom, Absalom
Monday, February 1, 2010
Devil shadow
moving stark legs pulsing blue vains stretching down me over red thread belly up down breaking back sound ribcage filled with agony, dark pain heavy heart falls stomach weak crawls puddle breaks feet shallow blue rain
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“Above all, we are coming to understand that the arts incarnate the creativity of a free people. When the creative impulse cannot flourish, when it cannot freely select its methods and objects, when it is deprived of spontaneity, then society severs”- JFK
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“Above all, we are coming to understand that the arts incarnate the creativity of a free people. When the creative impulse cannot flourish, when it cannot freely select its methods and objects, when it is deprived of spontaneity, then society severs”- JFK