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"...a world that reproduces that violence by explaining it away..."

So goodreads is now officially doing strange things, like telling me I've read Lolita four times? (Heaven help me, as though once wasn't enough.)

Almost tamed this beast.

And you:
you, you, you
my later of roses daily worn true and
more true -;

"...her grief was fresh cut, like hay in famine."

Friends, any recommendations for books on yoga + healing? I want to start the New Year with a new routine <3

“Maybe there were some rhythms that weren’t
          music; some signified small and horrible deaths
          within her—and she rode them like horses into
          star patterns of the northern hemisphere..."

Looking undermines us.
The world and its shining can’t hold our evaporating weight. The world or what is there goes away
as we enter it, goes into halls of grass where torches of
darkness burn at noon.

...an imagined sun, bright and black at the same time >>depression<<

"At the end of my suffering/there was a door."

...

"Who are you in the lighted window,
shadowed now by the flickering leaves
of the wayfarer tree?"

Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.