Monthly Archives: March 2018

not life

“Poetry is indeed one of the pleasures of life, but it is not life itself.” — Honore de Balzac, Modeste Mignon

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doubt and irony

“He was young and had been rough with time, listening to its bad advice he had made mistakes, had compromised himself, had trespassed against good behavior and prudence, both in his words and works. But he had gained that dignity … Continue reading

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beautiful anarchy

“Even those writers who respect the beautiful anarchy of life and try to get it all into their books, wind up making it seem much more ordered than it ever was and do not, finally, tell the truth. Because no … Continue reading

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fist for fear

“Like a monkey which puts its paw into the narrow neck of a jug, and having seized a handful of nuts will not open its fist for fear of losing what it holds, and therefore perishes, the French when they … Continue reading

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Reverence

Reverence Literary Erotica by Lord Malinov “You almost done? Everyone’s gone.” “Almost. Five more minutes. Wait for me?” “Sure.” He dropped his bag and slumped to the floor, leaning against the wall. “What are you working on?” “It’s a piece … Continue reading

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beguile me

“It was a strange way of killing: not by inches, but by fractions of hairbreadths, to beguile me with the spectre of a hope through eighteen years!‘” — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

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Slow Ride

Slow Ride Literary Erotica by Lord Malinov I was almost late for work when I rushed to catch the elevator and squeezed myself into the mass of humanity within. It was just after the new year, when new directives, new … Continue reading

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