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"I also don’t know anyone who is writing what I write, so clearly, I’m in my own little hell." (via @aliner)

"I know no speck so troublesome as self."

– George Eliot, Middlemarch (via @eleventhvolume)

Secret poison cabinet.

"Prodigy

I grew up bent over
a chessboard.

I loved the word endgame.

All my cousins looked worried.

It was a small house
near a Roman graveyard.
Planes and tanks
shook its windowpanes.

A retired professor of astronomy
taught me how to play.

That must have been in 1944.

In the set we were using,
the paint had almost chipped off
the black pieces.

The white King was missing
and had to be substituted for.

I’m told but do not believe
that that summer I witnessed
men hung from telephone poles.

I remember my mother
blindfolding me a lot.
She had a way of tucking my head
suddenly under her overcoat.

In chess, too, the professor told me,
the masters play blindfolded,
the great ones on several boards
at the same time."

--Charles Simic

Gaza chasers.