"I did not go into science to make money, nor did I go in to push a 'liberal agenda'..."
“Always now the thought of the perfume in its cheap fluted glass bottle with gold paper label brings me back to that shitty room, its darkness, the blue typewriter on the folding table, the bad linoleum, these traits a carapace camouflaging a small freedom that gently expanded inside me like a subtle new organ, an actual muscular organ born of my own desire for what I took to be an impossible and necessary language. Its sillage was an architecture.” —The Baudelaire Fractal
wise in final things
drowsing at nine o'clock now
what book could give that
heard but went to the back door
to see for myself the rain
"Certainly, it is villanelle adjacent."
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