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“The absolute must be the absolute of its own absoluteness, or not be at all.”
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Jean-Luc Nancy, The Inoperative Community
Jean-Luc Nancy, The Inoperative Community
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Come live with me and be my love
And we will all the pleasures prove…
watching over me (via mrs. french)
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“Dwell a while and pass on, be copious, temperate, chaste, magnetic,
And what you effuse may then return as the seasons return,
And may be just as much as the seasons.”
And what you effuse may then return as the seasons return,
And may be just as much as the seasons.”
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Whitman, Leaves of Grass (1891-1892), “On Journeys through the States”
Whitman, Leaves of Grass (1891-1892), “On Journeys through the States”
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(via aubzillatron)
“And then a plank in reason, broke,
And I dropped down and down—
And hit a world at every plunge,
And finished knowing—then—”
And I dropped down and down—
And hit a world at every plunge,
And finished knowing—then—”
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Dickinson, of course: “I felt a funeral in my brain”
For some reason I can’t get these lines out of my head this past month. They come back, even through the mists of Hegel, back and back.
