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A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language,
of language,
and for language.
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Uploaded on Jan 31, 2012
Je te parlerais dans ta bouche :
J'irais, pressant
Ton corps, comme une enfant qu'on couche,
Ivre du sang
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Uploaded on Jan 31, 2012
My arms are like the twisted thorn
And yet there beauty lay;
The first of all the tribe lay there
And did such pleasure take;
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Uploaded on Jan 30, 2012
"Ame sentinelle,
Murmurons l'aveu
De la nuit si nulle
Et du jour en feu."
Rimbaud never wrote a word
after he landed here.
Ethiopia was poetry. He traded.
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Uploaded on Jan 29, 2012
Un voyage s'inscrit simultanément dans l'espace, dans le temps, et dans la hiérarchie sociale.
(Ethiopia, last month.)
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Uploaded on Jan 25, 2012
