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January 25, 2001
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| I like to write on the bare edge of meaning. I like to taunt meaning, to tease meaning, to make meaning moist, and then dry her tears. I like to dance. I like to write along the edge of the snowflake where it vaporizes into ice. I like ponytails. I like passion, passionfruit, and passionplay. I like to scan the sky, I like to see the sky as an empty garden, I like to stroll in the sky. I like life to be populated. I like a greedy, silly, glad, large populace. I like populations of objects. I like humor which comes in from the side like a weasel. I understand the need for employment. I like multiplicity more than anything. I do not want to hesitate. I want to concoct. I do not want to retreat. I want to grab. I do not want to be the passive voice, I want to sing, sing, and sing, and grab, and smile. Smile at the snow towers, smile at the rocky ledge, smile at the artificial, smile at clothes, smile at the telephone, smile at tomorrow.
I love: Isabel Allende |
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