An anti-siren song, for a change -- for something truer to life.
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My life is hung up
in the flood
a wave-blurred
portrait
Don't fall in love
with this face--
it no longer exists
in water
we cannot fish
--Lorine Niedecker
When we see the beauty of the snow, when we see the beauty of the full moon, when we see the beauty of the cherries in bloom, when in short we brush against and are awakened by the beauty of the four seasons, it is then that we think most of those close to us, and want them to share the pleasure. (Yasunari Kawabata)
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