Tuesday, June 15, 2010

"what we were then each for himself and for the other

glued together like a single body in the dark the mud

how at each instant each ceased and was there no more either for himself or for the other vast tracts of time"
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5 comments:

  1. Stephen Tully DierksJune 16, 2010 at 1:35 AM

    "I'm just overwhelmed by Beckett, as Beckett was, I speculate, by Joyce." --Barthelme

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  2. UnknownJune 16, 2010 at 7:38 AM

    beauty, again

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  3. J S KhanJune 18, 2010 at 3:15 PM

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  4. AnonymousJune 27, 2010 at 12:23 AM

    Zonkers.

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  5. BlogSlothJune 28, 2010 at 1:13 PM

    I will shoot your book in my own time, like when a tree decides to fall.

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