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In Another SenseWe shall not talk of feelings again. This is our pact. We will not talkbut we will know. You can close your eyes if you likebut we will still know. 25 July 1989 I always felt for...
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By indirections find directions out – Polonius in Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 1In 1962 Harold Pinter gave a speech before the National Student Drama Festival in Bristol. He began as follows: I’m not a...
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darkpoemI know. I know that! I know that she is. I know that she is there. I know that she is there for meand I am coming. 25 July 1989 I’ve never really understood why darkness is a good thing....
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The ActressI have to "die" tomorrow. I've never "died" before. Well there's always got to be a first time. The script doesn't call for much: just a death – in long shot. I bet I'll have to do it a...
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It WorksI had such a perfect love for you: you didn't have to break it opento see what was inside. Can you fix it? 27 July 1989 I think the last poem I wrote for Carrie, although not necessarily...
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These DaysIt was almost as good as the truth. Almost, but there was an aftertastethat lingered. In time, though, he became used to itafter all, the truth's so hard to come bythese days. 28 July 1989...
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Exhuming TruthIt was there. She knew it would beif she dug deep enough. But she seemed disappointed. What did she expect to find? Nothing smells very sweetthis far down. 28 July 1989 My old whipping...
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An Artist's ImpressionIt takes a good imaginationto dress the bones of the pastand have them looking good. Memory has little to do with it. 28 July 1989 Studies published in Cognitive Neuroscience a...
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The Summer of ’89(for B.) After he had goneI knew you would bein the beaver's meadow. Your eyes met mine –they were so blue –and they did not liebut I kept on looking. And the beaver worked awayagainst...
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The Weakest LinkA long time agosomeone bound meto the pillar of reason. It might even have been me: I can't remember now. But don't think me tamedafter all these years. When was the last time you...
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OmnipresenceThey say that God is everywherebut I've not seen Himfor looking at you. I'm sure He's been there –I've just never noticed. He wasn't in Edinburghand neither were youbut I saw you in...
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The Plot Never Thickens – title of a New York Timesarticle on Handke The Left-Handed Woman exists in two states, as a screenplay and a novella, both written by Peter Handke. Reviews of the film...
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TweezersAfter you broke awayI kept finding splinterseverywhere: in the hall and in the bedand even in my heart. But you took the tweezers with you. Well what would a man do with them? 6 August 1989...
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Tired Poem NowI am tired now. More than before. Now everything is less: less room for manoeuvre: less desire to move: less possibilities. And that bothers me less. The pain remainsbut I just have to...
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HoldingYou took the child in me in your armsbut none of his fears. They waited a little offknowing you wouldn't hold on forever. It would have been niceto have kept them waiting a little longer. You...
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Funny Peculiar True love has to be proved. It is an exclusive club, True love requires sacrifice. with its own initiation ceremonies. It's funny really –The membership fee was...
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PraxisPut away your words, dear. Fold them neatly if you have toor strew them across the carpet –it's much the same –but come to me now. They'll all be there later. 18 August 1989 This is not a...
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AnticlimaxShe thought to read melike an open bookthe last page of whichwas missing. 19 August 1989 “I’m an open book.” Not sure I’ve ever said that. I like to think of myself as an honest person and...
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Cynicism for Under-FivesThere should be books on the subject. Then again, I had to learn the hard way. Anyhow, I might still write oneso long as no one cramps my style: It's more of an art than a...
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I don’t drive a car; I don’t own a boat; I don’t use a computer and the only complex device I’m familiar with is a woman – Jerzy Pilch, His Current Woman Although it’s often frustrating how long we...
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