“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.” --Sylvia Plath
Friday, August 17, 2012
in case you were wondering
"The function of the poem is to fuck the words good and hard." -- Breyten Breytenbach, Intimate Stranger
In other news, these mid-August Minnesota allergies are eating my face. I look and feel like I have pink eye. I'm ready for fall.
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