O AMA DE LEITE
Senhor Rearden, o que é uma premissa moral?

REARDEN
Uma coisa que vai lhe criar muitos problemas.

- Aynd Rand em A revolta de Atlas
a. melo

follow the open windows
for there you may see them, the ones who are gone,
not departed in any way the body understands,
and yet no longer here
Product placement
This is the most important
time of all, the age of divestment,
knowing what we leave behind is
like the fragrance of blossoming trees
that grows stronger after
you’ve passed them, breathing
them in for a moment before
breathing them out.

- Dorianne Laux
Shake hands with the unknown
- Dorianne Laux
What is a wound but a flower
dying on its descent to the earth

Dorianne Laux
The frailty of love. Our
helplessness in it and
before it. The largeness,
largess, of such silence.  

Dorianne Laux
Twentieth Century, we had a good life more or less,
didn’t we? You made me.

Maggie Smith
the past shapeshifts
- maggie smith
   Não ocorre depressão em uma sociedade determinada pelo ritual. A alma é totalmente absorvida, esvaziada, pelas formas rituais. Rituais contém mundo. Produzem uma relação forte com o mundo. Na origem da depressão, ao contrário, está uma relação consigo mesmo exageradamente tensa. Nela, se é incapaz de sair de si mesmo, de se ultrapassar em direção ao mundo, e acaba-se encapsulado em si mesmo. O mundo desaparece. Com uma angustiante sensação de vazio, circula-se apenas por si mesmo. Rituais, ao contrário, aliviam o eu do fardo de si mesmo. Eles despsicologizam e desinteriorizam o eu.

- Byung-Chul Han em O desaparecimento dos rituais
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Maureen N. McLane

and if
I were to say

I love you and
I do love you

and I say it
now and again

and again
would you say

parataxis
would you see

the world revolves
anew

its axis
you
They were not kidding in the Fourteenth Century
Maureen N. McLane

They were not kidding
when they said they were blinded
by a vision of love.

It was not just a manner
of speaking or feeling
though it’s hard to say

how the dead
really felt harder
even than knowing the living.

You are so opaque
to me your brief moments
of apparent transparency

seem fraudulent windows
in a Brutalist structure
everyone admires.

The effort your life
requires exhausts me.
I am not kidding.
Tortured syntax, thorned thoughts, vocabulary
like a forest littered with unexploded
cluster bombs, no exit except explosion
ripping the branches. 

Marilyn Hacker
wanting you so much it looks like need
- marilyn hacker