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Thersites Corner: Locked In

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8220;The mother of idiots is always pregnant”. Sunday, July 26, 2015. The tree has entered my hands,. The sap has ascended my arms,. The tree has grown in my breast-. The branches grow out of me, like arms. Tree you are,. Moss you are,. You are violets with wind above them. A child - so high - you are,. And all this is folly to the world. Ezra Pound, "A Girl". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I will see you hang'd like clatpoles ere I come any more to. Evocation to le Objet Petit a. No Where to Go.

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Thersites Corner: February 2015

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8220;The mother of idiots is always pregnant”. Thursday, February 26, 2015. Applause, applause, applause. Second par of the lyrics: I didn't give any bribe for the port, port (*port Koper) and I wasn't tormented by sleeping with anyone. I worked hard for everything, I never f*cked up. I never slaughtered somebody with a bazooka (? The lies are far from the truth, look at the birds, up there on the branch, listen to the birds. Did you hear that? They said CIV CIV, Gašper is not guilty. Theresa Ann Moore, ...

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Thersites Corner: January 2015

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8220;The mother of idiots is always pregnant”. Friday, January 30, 2015. For Whom Shall I Live? Although I can see him still—. The freckled man who goes. To a gray place on a hill. In gray Connemara clothes. At dawn to cast his flies—. It's long since I began. To call up to the eyes. This wise and simple man. All day I'd looked in the face. What I had hoped it would be. To write for my own race. The living men that I hate,. The dead man that I loved,. The craven man in his seat,. The clever man who cries.

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Thersites Corner: Imprinting Fixations

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8220;The mother of idiots is always pregnant”. Saturday, August 1, 2015. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I will see you hang'd like clatpoles ere I come any more to. Your tents. I will keep where there is wit stirring, and leave the. Salvador Dali, Invisible Sleeping Woman, Horse, L. Dali and Picasso Paint an Egg. View my complete profile. On the Surplus Wages of the Salaried Bourgeois. At the Drop of a Hat. शेर की सवारी. Liberating Nutcrackers, Lawn Gnomes and Caganers.

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Thersites Corner: Le Poison

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8220;The mother of idiots is always pregnant”. Friday, July 31, 2015. Wine can conceal a sordid room. In rich, miraculous disguise,. And make such porticoes arise. Out of its flushed and crimson fume. As makes the sunset in the skies. Opium the infinite enlarges,. And lengthens all that is past measure. It deepens time, and digs its treasure,. With sad, black raptures it o'ercharges. The soul, and surfeits it with pleasure. Neither are worth the drug so strong. That you distil from your green eyes,.

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Thersites Corner: Heart of Oak

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8220;The mother of idiots is always pregnant”. Wednesday, August 12, 2015. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I will see you hang'd like clatpoles ere I come any more to. Your tents. I will keep where there is wit stirring, and leave the. Salvador Dali, Invisible Sleeping Woman, Horse, L. Dali and Picasso Paint an Egg. View my complete profile. On the Surplus Wages of the Salaried Bourgeois. At the Drop of a Hat. शेर की सवारी. Liberating Nutcrackers, Lawn Gnomes and Caganers.

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Thersites Corner: July 2015

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8220;The mother of idiots is always pregnant”. Friday, July 31, 2015. Wine can conceal a sordid room. In rich, miraculous disguise,. And make such porticoes arise. Out of its flushed and crimson fume. As makes the sunset in the skies. Opium the infinite enlarges,. And lengthens all that is past measure. It deepens time, and digs its treasure,. With sad, black raptures it o'ercharges. The soul, and surfeits it with pleasure. Neither are worth the drug so strong. That you distil from your green eyes,.

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Thersites Corner: April 2015

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8220;The mother of idiots is always pregnant”. Wednesday, April 29, 2015. Monday, April 27, 2015. From childhood’s hour I have not been. As others were—I have not seen. As others saw—I could not bring. My passions from a common spring—. From the same source I have not taken. My sorrow—I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone—. And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—. Then—in my childhood—in the dawn. Of a most stormy life—was drawn. From ev’ry depth of good and ill. In its autumn tint of gold—. Tuesda...

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Thersites Corner: September 2014

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8220;The mother of idiots is always pregnant”. Sunday, September 28, 2014. Insult, then Give it the Lie. Go, soul, the body's guest,. Upon a thankless arrant;. Fear not to touch the best;. The truth shall be thy warrant:. Go, since I needs must die,. And give the world the lie. Say to the court it glows. And shines like rotten wood,. Say to the church it shows. What's good, and doth no good:. If church and court reply,. Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live. Acting, by others' action;.

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Thersites Corner: August 2015

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8220;The mother of idiots is always pregnant”. Sunday, August 30, 2015. I have just released a little video to Murder Song (5, 4, 3, 2, 1). It was filmed in the countryside, and we had real butterflies! They were so beautiful and they loved eating rotten fruit. I really wish I was a butterfly. Not because of the rotten fruit but because of the butter. And the fly. Saturday, August 29, 2015. Thursday, August 27, 2015. Too proud to die; broken and blind he died. The darkest way, and did not turn away,.