a poem for today, 14 February 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of five sentences and its image]
Her cells were taken for research and found to multiply unlike any cells ever seen to that point in history.
It is the relations that rule, and people rule and are ruled through them.
Ass should be ass, food should be food, you don't want to mix them up.
I can remember the limits of only the life that claims me from without.
To give one’s love, is very precisely and essentially to give as such nothing of what one has, because it is precisely in so far as one does not have it that there is a question of love.
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