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a duet with one: ashtavakra gita commentary

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When the Mars [chakra] is awakened, one begins to feel and not think so much. Jupiter is about thinking and calculating, without feeling—handling the law. With Mars, one learns to feel and not always think.

Astroshamanism: Astrology of the Heart by Michael Erlewine

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“I don’t even want to know that there were men before me. (Descartes)”

— Tristan Tzara

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“Hear How It Bellows” by Arthur Rimbaud

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“Spring Song” by Morten Børup.

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“Vowels” by Arthur Rimbaud.

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..and Earth’s boring songs could not ever replace the sounds of Heaven it lost.

“The Angel” by Mikhail Lermontov

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Calligram of “L'oeillet (The Carnation)” by Guillaume Apollinaire (tr. Roger Shattuck)

“May this carnation tell you the law of odors which has not yet been announced and which one day will come to rule in our minds far more precisely and more subtly than the sounds which guide us now. I prefer your nose to all your organs, O my love. It is the throne of future knowledge.”

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“Her Hair” by Charles Baudelaire, from Baudelaire: Selected Poems compiled and translated by Laurence Lerner.

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“Man is the measure of all things, all things are the measure of Man. Plants make up 82% of the body. Investigations of the unconscious self keep getting thwarted by dark matter.”

— by Pek Oleg tr. by Tereza Novická, from The Cycle Milíčovský Háj Project – The Final Phase

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“That summer, the wind dishevelled the fields and the boats” (Nesse verão, o vento despenteou os campos e os barcos) by Maria Do Rosário Pedreria, tr. by Ana Hudson

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“… wherever you would go my rocket-head can turn at will to your command—”

— “Unknown Shores” by Theophile Gautier (tr. by D.M. Thomas)

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“The moonlight’s bridge shall bind us two forever.”

— “The Swans from the North” by Hans Hartvig Seedorff Pedersen, tr. by S.F. Damon and R.S. Hillyer

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Co-O-Za by Theodore Stearns.