December 2010
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The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you.
– David Foster Wallace (via constantflux)
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It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating...
– Stéphane Mallarmé (via aperfectcommotion)
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Buddha in Glory
Center of all centers, core of cores, almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet— all this universe, to the furthest stars all beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit. Now you feel how nothing clings to you; your vast shell reaches into endless space, and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow. Illuminated in your infinite peace, a billion stars go spinning through the night,...
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