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Skribent: Simon
Emne: Re: Mellemrummet
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Sommerlæsning med snuden mod vinden
og Erica Jong’s Parachutes & kisses i lommen:
I know that there are immense expanses
hidden from us,
… quartz in slugs,
ooze,
blue waters for a battle,
much silence, many ore-veins
of withdrawals and camphor,
fallen things, medallions, kindnesses,
parachutes, kisses.
- Pablo Neruda.
A venetian Ending og
The Greenest Island
Can one then have the heart,
the impudence to visit Venice? Is
that the reason Proust would
never go? For against this, if it
might be too hot by day or the
stench then too great, by contrast
it would seem only too easy to set
out by moonlight so taht no
couple, if given the miraculous
chance, could fail, intent on their
two selves, to sink Venice, as can
be done tomorrow by the Gondola
covering a moonlight lane of sea.
Yet to leave her thus is but
to come back to bed in Venice.
- Byron.
Take him, I won’t put a price on him.
Take him, he’s yours.
Take him, pajamas look nice on him.
Bur how he snores!
- Lorenz Hart
“Take him”
Pal Joey
mvh
Simon
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