Reading Lester Bangs always wakes me up as a writer and as a reader. Breathe, stretch, turn off the goddamned radio and listen to some music, woman! I've been groggy for weeks now.
2003-09-12
Rachel
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'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
'They called me the hyacinth girl.'
Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Od' und leer das Meer.
-- T.S. Eliot
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