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Old 04-06-2018, 11:17 AM   #12
cork_soaker
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how tired I am of stories, how tired i am of phrases that come down beautifully with all their feet on the ground! also, how i distrust neat designs of life that are drawn upon half sheets of notepaper. i begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on the pavement. i begin to seek some design more in accordance with those moments of humiliation and triumph that come now and then undeniably. lying in a ditch on a stormy day, when it has been raining, then enormous clouds come marching over the sky, tattered clouds, wisps of cloud. what delights me then is the confusion, the height, the indifference, and the fury. great clouds always changing, and movement; something sulphurous and sinister, bowled up, helter-skelter; towering, trailing, broken off, lost, and i forgotten, minute, in a ditch. of story, of design, i do not see a trace then.

 
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