I did not write these words
but tonight they are mine.
I read them, and reveal them
like rubbing out the impression of a grave stone
with charcoal on newsprint.
Old words condensing to new words -
as if drawn forth
latent with in the paper linen
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that's what my copy of everything is illuminated looks like...especially in the stories about yankel and brod...everything is underlined, starred, highlighted, etc.
ReplyDelete"Brod's life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release...
So she had to satisfy herself with the idea of love--loving the loving of things whose existence she didn't care at all about. Love itself became the object of her love. She loved herself in love, she loved loving love, as love loves loving, and was able, in that way, to reconcile herself with a world that fell so short of what she would have hoped for. It was not the world that was the great and saving lie, but her willingness to make it beautiful and fair, to live a once-removed life, in a world once-removed from the one in which everyone else seemed to exit."
my favorite words written, ever.
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