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4 years, 9 months ago

the fresh air surrounded her project/panopticon

She would always see him out as far as the foot of the front steps. When his horse had not yet been brought around, she would stay there. They had said goodbye, they did not go on talking; the fresh air surrounded her, lifting in disarray the stray wisps of hair on the nape of her neck or tossing h…

—p.15 Madame Bovary Part I (1) by Gustave Flaubert
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4 years, 10 months ago

LINES FROM MY GRANDFATHER’S JOURNAL

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Tonight the sky is luminous. Roads of cloud repeat themselves like the ribs of some vast skeleton.

The easy gulls seem to embody a doomed conception of the sublime as they wheel and disappear into the darkness of the mountain. They leave the heart, they abandon the heart to the M…

—p.85 The Spice-Box of Earth by Leonard Cohen
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4 years, 10 months ago

WHEN I UNCOVERED YOUR BODY

When I uncovered your body
I thought shadows fell deceptively,
urging memories of perfect rhyme.
I thought I could bestow beauty
like a benediction and that your half-dark flesh
would answer to the prayer.
I thought I understood your face
because I had seen it painted twice
or a hundred tim…

—p.31 by Leonard Cohen
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4 years, 10 months ago

AN ORCHARD OF SHORE TREES

An orchard of shore trees
 precise because of autumn
etches its branches
in the grey silk river

The edge of the sky
fills up with blue and soft sand

A barge bearing lights
 like the leaning faces
of motionless immortal sailors
trails behind
 a cat o’ nine tails
made of dark …

—p.14 by Leonard Cohen
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4 years, 10 months ago

I WONDER HOW MANY PEOPLE IN THIS CITY

I wonder how many people in this city
live in furnished rooms.
Late at night when I look out at the buildings
I swear I see a face in every window
looking back at me,
and when I turn away
I wonder how many go back to their desks
and write this down.

—p.11 by Leonard Cohen