#autobiogeographies

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Woodworking, Emily St. James

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On the Term of Exile No need to drive a nail into the wall To hang your hat on; When you come in, just drop it on the chair No guest has sat on.

Don’t worry about watering the flowers— In fact, don’t plant them. You will have gone back home before they bloom, And who will want them?

If mastering the language is too hard, Only be patient; The telegram imploring your return Won’t need translation.

Remember, when the ceiling sheds itself In flakes of plaster, The wall that keeps you out is crumbling too, As fast or faster. — Bertolt Brecht, trans. Adam Kirsch

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Woodworking, Emily St. James

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also obviously all this

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um. something

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je t’inventerai des exils

des archipels fragiles

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- Virginia Woolf