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How could I tell the Detective that every poem is the inability of language to produce the presence in itself that, by simply being language, is all absence?
— Feb 10, 2026 02:47PM
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Memories from childhood: walls, detonations, screams. The air is a concentration camp for a tiny girl dancing on the edge of a knife. (from Pizarnik's diaries)
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