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l'amour fou
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Saturday, December 5, 2009
Limitless limited bodies.
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Statues made of noise.
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Geofhuth
December 10, 2009 at 7:35 PM
Now there's a poem.
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Apropos of Nothing
In late Derrida there's the notion that the world ...
Exhaustion seems to be the word of the day. Or is ...
The wind outside is ferocious. I'm worried about ...
Limitless limited bodies.*Statues made of noise.*
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