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“Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away.” — Charles Dickens

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“Not interested.”

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She gives

She gives. So she entices me out of the igloo. So she chops relaxedly into nonsense. So she grapples with she wrests the deadlock. So she runs down her target, the four-colour fairy, the eye-stroking tip-strewing fairy who nippingly kneadingly if necessary in one movement tracks down inhibitions and licks them up.

— Paul Bogaert

[Translated from Flemish by John Irons]

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I Don’t Have a Pill for That by Deborah Landau : Poetry Magazine

It scares me to watch / a woman hobble along / the sidewalk, hunched adagio /

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“Those who hold papers claim to have ownership of buildings and land. They do not see the hands which placed each rivet. They do not hear the feet walking each hidden beam. They do not hear the whisper of strong clan names. They do not see the faces of men who remain unseen as those girders which strengthen and shape.”

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Ireland, West Coast, County Kerry, 1988 by Harry Gruyaert

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 Albert Edelfelt  (1854-1905)

Kaukola Ridge at sunset, 1889-90

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Visit Original Link

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For anyone seeking literary-historical background on the situation in Ukraine (or who simply love literature), may I again direct you to the astonishing works of Oksana Zabuzhko (author’s website in English). 

The Museum of Abandoned Secrets can be borrowed for free if you have a Kindle, and is available as a gorgeously narrated audiobook as well.* (Or in print: Powell’s | Amazon.)  

WARNING: Zabuzhko is no ‘easier’ a writer at times than James Joyce, but if you’re looking for a new author to seriously get into, pick her.

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* That’s how I read it the first time; and I still rate that as an unreal, immersive, life-changing listen.

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Since my earliest childhood a barb of sorrow has lodged in my heart. As long as it stays I am ironic — if it is pulled out I shall die.

Søren Kierkegaard, from Master Kierkegaard: The Complete Journals (Wipf & Stock, 2013)

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I Feel Horrible. She Doesn't

I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around the house like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid. -- Richard Brautigan, from The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster, 1968

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Sean Cheetham (1977–)

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Visit Original Link

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Catch me. I’m your disease.

Anne Sexton

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Glückloser Engel 2

Zwischen Stadt und Stadt Nach der Mauer der Abgrund Wind an den Schultern die fremde Hand am einsamen Fleisch Der Engel ich höre ihn noch Aber er hat kein Gesicht mehr als Deines das ich nicht kenne

Hapless Angel 2

Between city and city After the wall the abyss Wind at the shoulders The alien Hand at the lonely flesh The angel I still hear him Yet he has no face anymore but Yours that I don't know 

— Heiner Müller

(English translation by Carl Weber)