January 2012
14 posts
“this lamb of yours threatens like a bull! It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles.”
—today.
“awkwardly we bump into stars
we see nothing we hear nothing
we beat with our fists on the dark ether” —Zbigniew Herbert, from “First the Dog,” trans. Czeslaw Milosz and Peter Dale Scott (via proustitute)
we see nothing we hear nothing
we beat with our fists on the dark ether” —Zbigniew Herbert, from “First the Dog,” trans. Czeslaw Milosz and Peter Dale Scott (via proustitute)
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