previous post was sitting in my drafts for 11 years. exactly
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‘A Greenland whale’, I was informed by the old professor who was standing beside me, ‘so far only recorded in the Arctic.’
The strange animal did not move and the city was at a loss what to do in the face of the impending danger. Some suggested bombarding it from a distance, but did we know how it would react to such an attack? We might merely succeed in provoking it, it might spit out poison and destroy what little we had left. Better wait and see, perhaps it would go away of its own accord
i’m reading twenty thousand leagues right now and so this is reminding me of the first chapter but alas it’s alfred kubin (?) ive added it to my thriftbooks cart though thank you
Now every day, all I do is drown.
—Maureen Thorson, from “Too Late Now,” Novelty Act
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Autumn finally arrived. And when it did, I came to a decision. Something had to give: I couldn’t keep on living like this.
—Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
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I cannot keep a distance from what is oppressing me. It is a summer without end, and I ask myself: what is to happen after all that?
—Ingeborg Bachmann, from a letter to Paul Celan c. July 1952, featured in Correspondence; 1948-1961
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