November 2011
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Landscape with the Fall of Icarus
sadnesses:
lunch-poems:
BY MARY JO BANG How could I have failed you like this? The narrator asks The object. The object is a box Of ashes. How could I not have saved you, A boy made of bone and blood. A boy Made of a mind. Of years. A hand And paint on canvas. A marble carving. How can I not reach where you are And pull you back. How can I be And you not. You’re forever on the...
Cohen.
thebookstheygaveme:
It was a gift for my 29th birthday. We’d just slept together. and as I lit a cigarette he rolled over and handed it to me from his backpack. When I saw it I squealed, sat up in bed and clapped. He was proud of himself, I could tell; pushing back his shoulders and grinning ear to ear. He was a decade older than I was and constantly worried I’d leave him. He was consumed...
Ishiguro.
thebookstheygaveme:
We’d met on a summer human rights fellowship in Paris. She had a boyfriend; I couldn’t keep my mind off her. When we returned to the States — she began law school in New York, I stayed with family in Boston — we thought it was over. But I convinced her to let me visit her for one weekend in August. I took the Fung Wah Chinatown bus to Canal Street, where she picked me up....
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