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Beatrice Beaubien <i2eye@mac.com> >>> kisses for you ( first ) >> >> where there is already a hole one must not drill another one. >> > > >The sisters at the borderline >They're holding out their hands >They're begging me for something Lord >But I don't understand >I don't understand > >... > >Listen to your heart that beats >And follow it with both your feet >And as you walk and as you breathe ... I am suffocating today love suffocates I think it is the felt though still unspoken refusal of gifts not yet but wishing to be offered sends those wished gifts back upon the offerer down the throat and into the lungs impossible to breathe doesnt' help am reading sad lovely book have you heard of Anne Carson? just finished Men in the Off Hours very lovely and now The Beauty of the Husband a fictional essay in 29 tangos a piece I like p. 80: "And at that moment she began to be his downfall, if memory serves, since he was already calm. Better to be his downfall than not to be she thinks. It snows that night. She paints a red circle on each nipple and they go out to dance in long dark rooms for what is more true than a snowy night, down it comes sifting over branches and railings and the secret air itself, down the steep, down the stops, down the deepening, down the grooves in the nails. They fall asleep and dream of muffled corridors, greenish glow along the edges of mirrors, faces, cities. Snow spins over it, down over it all." a lovely thought I might rest on am so very tired _______________________________________________ Nettime-bold mailing list Nettime-bold@nettime.org http://amsterdam.nettime.org/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/nettime-bold