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#1. In this summer heat, I must remember that the realest things are the closest and farthest away, like the warmth found in winter: the heat hidden in the folds of one's coat, a lost floating breath, a kiss across the distance of zero degrees.

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#2. I wonder how much space I take up, if a thought can take up secondary space.

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#3. Maybe all you need to do is find the heartbeat in everything. And if writing is living, the discovery of the beat of a heart, then when you read me, you are living by my side.

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#4. I would like to do more in appreciating the mindset of the child. Maybe it has something to do with taking ourselves very seriously and with great disregard, as well as having a healthy does of awe and doubt for all else.

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#5. I should think a poet president would be able to create a delectable confluence of various spaces. A poet is most political.

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#6. I will treat language with resigned delight, embrace it like unrequited love, offer words to you with a kind of secret shame, for I know that sometimes there is such a thing as too much language, and that language can hold a kind of sincerity that is tiresome and overwrought.

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#7. We are each of us a bird in a body. In the space between bodies lies a solitude formed by the vibration of differing thoughts.

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#8. I wonder if one can make one's life into a series of projects.

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#9. I must not seek the sex of a sentence and work on embracing the sensual words surrounding, those that breathe with an ecstasy verging on their arrival.

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#10. Let us take our tongues and stick them out and waggle them in the wind. Let us walk, loving, let us walk and love, walking along, loving.

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#11. To believe in moments makes life endless, no?

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#12. I let quiet shape what I say, then realize there is nothing that can be fully said - the reason for gestures and eyes and art. Always something waiting, wanting, expectant, yet also curiously not.

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#13. If I could simply place the various parts of myself into the night sky to occasionally glance up and behold myself - maybe in the end I am only hoping to vicariously soak up some starlight.

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#14. Being in the country is like being in a dream - one doesn't quite know who one is. There is an anonymity to it all - that strange human creature that is me, one among all.

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#15. Is it not so presumptuous to write a word? To write a word is to give the word a space all of its own. You build a home for it and hope it can find itself at home among all the other words. Nestled in a new place.

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#16. A slippage, what has not come to pass or what has passed, a bit of nothingness or a bit of everything if one considers all a slip of paper might hold.

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#17. I think of the snow, falling, drifting upward. Of extending the ephemeral. Spaces follow spaces, burgeoning, and the air smells so sweet.

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#18. Art allows us to die over and over without actually dying. Only we must catch our breath.

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#19. It is good to be the pitter-patter of snow, no? To be an unexpected moment in time.

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#20. A word is a word is another word more beautiful because of the former and the next and the circle and sun they create.

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#21. I try to live in the luminosity of things.

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