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#557
A Blind Girl's ColoursLost for words andlet down by them, she repeated a simple phraseover and over again to me, pouring herself into each expression. Her intensity was obvious –its depth flattered me....
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#562
The SurrealSo I close my eyes: the beautiful twins thatwatch you undress –in the dark, naked shadowsswim to enfold you. (For F.) 23 October 1983 The word 'surrealist' was coined by Guillaume...
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#570
ArachnophobiaAmongst the ruins of my life –the hedonist crouches, arachnid, in the long shadows. I do not believe in ghostsbut I believe in you. 20 November 1983I’m not afraid of spiders. I have no...
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#571
They(A Bitter Poem) Cryptic guruspumped up with egothey mimic the othersand visibly balkat signs of disbelief. They remember you andthey'll claim you. They don't care: they forget what it's liketo be...
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#573
ComingComing in the darkas you didI never noticed your approachtill after you'd arrivedand only thenbecause you stopped. Though I couldn't travel with you –I watched you from afar: once you were safeI...
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Pirate Talk or Mermalade
[C]ontemporary life is all about dialogue now, tweets and blogs overwhelming the well-made prosaic – Terese SvobodaAt The Millions, Emily St. John Mandel wrote: This book is something entirely new: a...
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#574
SomniloquyShared dreams in the Morris –snowbound and silent. I saw you in silhouetteand I loved what I saw. Illuminated brieflyI saw still furtherand loved still more. (For F.) 22 January 1984 By 1984...
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#576
Depth of FeelingI uncovered a feeling insideand gave it a name – Loveand somehow it came to be. Try to efface itand you'll find, behind the mask, pheromonal and naked, a deeper expressionand another...
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#577
Arachnophobia IIHe's there! in the shadows of your pasthiding in my name –visible only in outline. I can't see his eyes. Irresistibly, like a dream, he moves, somnambulant, into the light. Please don't...
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#579
After DavidI have heard there is a godwho looks for men of crushed spirits. I don't know where to look for him, but if he wants to find meI will not hide. 23 March 1984The Lord is near to the...
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#580
A DivorceThey cut off my right leg last month. It was gangrenous –but it was still my leg. And there's something wrongwith the left one now. I don't believe in fatebut I do in déjà vu. 27 March 1984...
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#582
TrustIt was a strange feeling: standing naked for him, frozen in that state of change, the distance and the silencebreached onlyby a desire to please. (For F.) 4 July 1984 This is the last of the...
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#583
Burns Monument After DarkHere we are again, and your grey eyes and mineavoid the distant lights –still an afterglow remains. I can deny realitybut what of my fears? Secrets are just liesby process of...
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#584
Untitled Doodle (4.3.85)Unable to find words angry enoughyet still needing to write, he resorted to scribbling wildly, and ended doodling: boxes within boxes. 4 March 1985 I don’t doodle. One reason I...
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The first book I ever loved
There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favourite book – Marcel ProustI read an article a while back in The Huffington Post entitled ‘8 Famous Authors on...
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#585
White LightDid you ever think you might havedone it because you wanted to? She said after. No need to apologize. Drowning inside I close myeyes allowing such feelingsto cover me as will. Unaware of...
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#586
The TruthAt home you cry; you think you're trapped. I'm out here andthere's nowhere to run to. 27 June 1985 Ignorance is bliss. So they say. Only it’s not. Not if you have an imagination. Although I...
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#587
PersonificationOne day my guilt appeared to me: obscenely naked with empty breasts. She did not offer her body, rather, she had me watch, Please, I want to. thrusting her gaping orifices at me...
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#588
The PoetAfter several years heturned to his old themesassuming he had missed theanswers or perhaps there wasmore to be said. I found him there. Cold and confused –he almost didn't know me –hiding...
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#589
For the Daughters of EveI need more than sympathy or pitybut I'll settle for themand even look for them. Why can't the blind girl seethe tears in my eyesor the drowning man inside meclinging to waves?...
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