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17 handy tips on how to hang onto yourself.

"I stand here like some ashes that used to be a clown, looking out quietly from my face to watch the failure of these words to be those things." —Denis Johnson, "For Jane" via @mdbell79.bsky.social

Theremin "Clair de Lune".

Cobalt is the blue I always squander
Your eyes so clear refill when mine there clasp:
Now I forget what to say, next lose the grasp
That names and place and time enforced. I’m yonder.
How then might I help but downcast wander,
If Lethe’s fountain’s close and I must rasp
All my other days with ego’s hasp
Murderously snug?—the worse loss as the fonder?

Could I not scry beyond, vast asphodel,
Gazing would only heal me by its candor.
Anguish to join and eagerness for the wasp
Ravel my purposes; yet did once an infidel
Venture the holiest; yet did lunar-lander
Impinge an orb of ancient hopeless gospel…

Eventually these eyes shall learn to dwell.

(1987?)

Cure phantasmic.