May 6, 2012

perigee

everybody looking at the moon and me thinking of venus








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9 comments:

  1. I love this statement of detachedment... (feeling similar of course, altough not thinking of Venus myself but of Cypresses in the Provence). Bon nuit.

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  2. 'detachment' that should have read, but perhaps you don't mind.

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  3. I was thinking of Asteroid B-612.

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  4. Ovid tells of a young man who without wanting to killed the deer he loved and wanted to die of grief. Appolo turned him into a cypress, so he could cry forever for the others, while he, Appolo, would cry for him. In Greece they say you shouldn't sleep in its shadow, for fear of losing your mind. I love them, slow growers as they are.

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  5. oh mon dieu, i just mixed the foxy prince with Vonnegut! so much for detachment...

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  6. Sacrebleu! That's fine, we'll mix everything together into an interesting bouillabaisse.

    Petit Prince. Foxy?

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  7. not like your ladies. his friend is a fox. or was.

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  8. Oh, I see now. Yes, that's right.

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