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fyngula
it
is
not
accident
that
propels
people
like
us
to
paris
.
paris
is
simply
an
artificial
stage
,
a
revolving
stage
that
permits
the
spectator
to
glimpse
all
phases
of
the
conflict
.
of
itself
paris
initiates
no
dramas
.
they
are
begun
elsewhere
.
paris
is
simply
an
obstetrical
instrument
that
tears
the
living
embryo
from
the
womb
and
puts
it
in
the
incubator.
paris
is
the
cradle
of
artificial
births.
rocking
here
in
the
cradle
each
one
slips
back
into
his
soil
:
one
dreams
back
to
berlin
,
new
york
,
chicago
,
vienna
, minsk.
vienna
is
never
more
vienna
than
in
paris
.
everything
is
raised
to
apotheosis
.
the
cradle
gives
up
its
babes
and
new
ones
take
their
places
.
you
can
read
here
on
the
walls
where
zola
lived
and
where
balzac
and
dante
and
strindberg
and
everybody
who
ever
was
anything
.
everyone
has
lived
here
sometime
or
other
.
nobody
dies
here
...
par ici. n'oubliez pas
que
les
places
numerotees sont reservees aux mutiles
de
la
guerre
.
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...
oldephebe
wow
-
i
am
wordstruck
i
am
wondering
what
thunder
sits
so
silently
in
these
untouched
realms
of
blather
-
vex
my
ears
,
say
it
till
it
tears
the
tears
- sculpts
the
water
out
of
the
brims -
ascend
the
dreamspire(s)
to
touch
what
lives
in
these
resplendant repositories -
the
unfathomed -
the
breathing
light
the
dance
of
light
oh
what
a
holy
sprawl
on
the
shadow
there
are
frayed
tendrils
see
the
striations
along
the
seams?
it
pulled
me
out
of
my
petty
pecuniary
musings
-
i
guess
that
is
the
mark
we
try
to
hit
you
know
masterful
writing
or
the
masterful
argument
is
everything
raised
to
apotheosis
-
i
plan
to
come
to
these
caverns
and
read
the
respendant etchings
upon
its
walls
-
a
writhing
cuneiform -
it
is
sensless
to
subdue
these
surging
passions
i
want
to
gush
brightly
i
want
togush mightily
like
appalachian
springs
-
everything
is
raised
to
apotheosis
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oldephebe
fyngula -
persona
profundis
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