"Do you hear what I am saying? It is raining
inside my dream of you. The only true saints won’t let the heart
raffle off their desires. Once we could trust the simple spinning
of the planet to bring us back. But to where?"
- Richard Jackson, from “Benediction,” Heartwall (University of Massachusetts Press, 2000)

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"I have not tried to write the history of that language, but rather the archaeology of that silence."
- Michel Foucault, from Madness & Civilization: A History of Insanity in the Age of Reason (Pantheon, 1964)

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"I think of how the mystics read
by the light of their own bodies.
What a world of darkness that must have been
to read by the flaming hearts
that turn into heaps of ash on the altar,
how everything in the end is made
equal by the wind."
- Timothy Liu, excerpt from “Vox Angelica,” The New Young American Poets (Southern Illinois University, 2000 (via apoetreflects)

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