The heat inside the human body
grows, it does not know where to throw itself—for a while it knots
into will, heavy, burning, sweet, then into generosity, that longs
to take on the burdens of others, and then into mad love.
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I have eaten your scrumptious face, through
the plums of cheeks, juicy recollections
that were in your hippocampus. Remember Kool-Aid in
the icebox and how they rubied your lips? Of course you don’t
and which of us always will is, well, obvious. I’m guessing
you were probably thinking you were
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Inventory #282: The Dream Songs by John Berryman
REGARDING BAD AIM
Mercy! my father; do not pull the trigger
or all my life I’ll suffer from your anger
killing what you began.
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"There are two books in America: one for the poor and one for the rich. The poor person does a crime, and gets 40 years. A rich person gets a slap on the wrist for the same crime. They say that the poor person doesn’t want to work and the poor person just wants a handout. Well I picked cotton until I was thirteen, left Alabama and got my education in the streets of New York. I drove a long distance truck all my life and never once drew welfare, never once took food stamps either. I sent four kids to college. But they say all poor people do is sit around with a quart of beer. Look in this bag next to me. I’ve got three things in this bag next to me: a Red Bull, a Pepsi, and Draino, because my drain is clogged. But you see, even if I do everything right, I still have to play by the poor book.”
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A lot of what we experience as strength comes from knowing what to do with weakness.
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Inventory #264: Samuel Johnson is Indignant by Lydia Davis
REGARDING TIME TRAVEL
My mother asks on the phone how our drive home was, and I say “Fine,” which is not the truth but a fiction. You can’t tell everyone the truth all the time, and you certainly can’t tell anyone the whole truth, ever, because it would take too long.
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When those who have the power to name and to socially construct reality choose not to see your or hear you…when someone with the authority of a teacher, say, describes the world and you are not in it, there is a moment of psychic disequilibrium, as if you looked in the mirror and saw nothing. It takes some strength of soul—and not just individual strength but collective understanding—to resist this void, this non-being, into which you are thrust, and to stand up, demanding to be seen and heard
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During World War One, 10% of all casualties were civilians.
During World War Two, the number of civilian deaths rose to 50%.
During the Vietnam War, 70% of all casualties were civilians.
In the war in Iraq, civilians account for up to 90% of all deaths.
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Inventory #243: Black and white striped bodysuit
REGARDING NEARLY FORGETTING TO WRITE INVENTORY
I tied the best hours of my day to a bike rack while I went inside the store for a quick errand, & when I came out they were gone. I guess I was in the store a long time. Have you seen my best hours? They’re small, & I don’t think they’ll last very long on their own.
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