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Follow out all of your desires, only to
come back to the same place. But now
that place is in more places.

Aesthetic sublimation of the fear of
death into plumbing its desires.

The lightest of things- like insects,
like birds, like joy- can be
easily crushed. The heaviest of things-
stones, sorrows- these stay- and tend
to hold their shape.

Art teaches us how to bring the dead to life.

The poem may occur in a place which is greatly
dissimilar from the world made apparent to the
senses. But wherever it is, one fine day there
or nearby you will meet its poet.

Satie on the radio. Girl rolling and
rolling in the foamy sea- black hair and
red bathingsuit.