("I exist in two places: here and where you are")
Suzanne Buffam, "Vanishing Interior"
Sufjan Stevens, "The Only Thing"
Rene Ricard, "And Then I Tried"
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Suzanne Buffam, from "Vanishing Interior"
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Enough
I am wearing dark glasses inside the house
To match my dark mood.
I have left all the sugar out of the pie.
My rage is a kind of domestic rage.
I learned it from my mother
Who learned it from her mother before her
And so on.
Surely the Greeks had a word for this.
Now surely the Germans do.
The more words a person knows
To describe her private sufferings
The more distantly she can perceive them.
I repeat the names of all the cities I’ve known
And watch an ant drag its crooked shadow home.
What does it mean to love the life we’ve been given?
To act well the part that’s been cast for us?
Wind. Light. Fire. Time.
A train whistles through the far hills.
One day I plan to be riding it.
―Suzanne Buffam
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My rage is a kind of domestic rage. I learned it from my mother, who learned it from her mother before her / And so on. Surely the Greeks had a word for this.
— by Suzanne Buffam; “Enough" from The Irrationalist.
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Suzanne Buffam, "On Vanishing Acts"
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“Enough” by Suzanne Buffam
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When I think about the fact, I am not thinking about you, it is a new way of thinking about you.
Suzanne Buffam
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Suzanne Buffam – Basta
'Basta", um poema de Suzanne Buffam
Estou usando óculos escuros dentro de casaPara combinar com meu baixo astral.
Eu deixei todo o açúcar de fora da torta.Minha raiva é uma espécie de raiva doméstica.
Aprendi com minha mãeQue aprendeu com a mãe dela antes dela
E assim por diante.Certamente os gregos tinham uma palavra para isso.
E hoje com certeza os alemães a têm.Quanto mais palavras uma pessoa conhece
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