"...betwixt its northern salt flats and the Patagonian desertscrub..."
"Limericks and luck were
Lurking in a circle;
Gifts were grabbed from ribbons,
Great was joy so grateful.
Save the box received as
Sign of trinket fine, but
True and trusted feast-friends:
Treasure without measure!"
--Mielkko Karvulakki
"It was really like a mutilation of the heart that the elegies were not there."
”Would I like to be a comet? I think so. For they have the speed of the birds; they flower into fire, and in their purity they are like children.” - Hölderlin (in: Tim Park’s translation of Calasso, via @johannesgoranss)
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