"In touch with the erotic, I become less willing to accept powerlessness, (...) such as resignation, despair, self-effacement, depression, self-denial.
And yes, there is a hierarchy. There is a difference between painting a black fence and writing a poem, but only one of quantity. And there is, for me, no difference between writing a good poem and moving into sunlight against the body of a woman I love."
— Nov 03, 2025 01:37AM
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