never reviewed in national papers, nor was he ever published by a big house. By the end of his life he ... love me as fully as he did. And he haunted my writing. Ours was the story that always had to be ... define me for so long, I continued to be tied to my father. I couldn’t move beyond my identity as ...
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suffering is much more insidi ous. Have you ever tasted it? You will never be sated once you have, you will ... a generator of being, into an artisan of fictions, while my cosmogonic verve makes me forget that, led on by ... Page 87 from Issue 63 great discoveries you have just made, a few vestiges of your prospecting. ...
Page 198 from Issue 86 with Father dead, I took the lower bunk and slept there ever since, except ... another plan-you give it to me." He sounded earnest. "Help yourself," I said. ... a walnut shell and walk on free. A chill crept through me as Deke cleared his throat and moved to speak. By ...
skill tomorrow. You shall not hope to break the bond of earth nor rise against the tyranny of the rose; ... Page 188 from Issue 21 When you lie tome as you will lie with elan deceive me with a laugh meet my ... the green tree shall not fall by your treason nor the west wind perish on your barricade; though ...
relatives, and who have never met, nor will ever meet. Though both live within the country, and though Renzi ... Page 176 from Issue 80 credo, offers a very specific view of America's intemperate social ... pretext for establish ing a correspondence between two obscure, failed intellectuals who hap pen to be ...
and say you my other aren't you ever going to answer me you fluster me i lust for you i dream ... of you for you against you answer me your name is a diffused perfume your color bursts among the ... Page 104 from Issue 38 and what is done will be redone will flee nothing new no thunder clap no ...
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to you so late, and you told me to be quick!" A flash of his helmet as Hector shot back, ... would he come home from battle, never escape the Argives' rage and bloody hands. Nor did Paris ... first, "Dear brother, look at me, holding you back in all your speed — dragging my feet, coming ...
learned how often I Can win, can love, but choose to die. I have not learned there is a lie Love shall be ... year they smile and mind me how My teeth are falling with my hair. In thirty years I may not get ... things I'd ought to know, Then told my parents, analyst, And everyone who's trusted me ...
live within literature, nor can you inform your life, even though you make your living writing, with ... I think it's necessary for me to describe the first that I ever saw of war in the proper sense. ... away, because he wouldn't be able to copy me, because I'd be so fast in this little ...
