lady day...

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the foreshadows of Jung
...the coils of our ways spiral, and ricochet
off the debris of our interactions under the sun,
the murky water of animal spirit, as Nietzsche often
mentioned is that which goes unnoticed too
often... our problem is that we sense it is there, this
darkness, but do little about it, or worse, ignore it,
claiming it's non existence... the antics of our
nature is indebted to this very darkness, Jung
investigated also... we see the perils of our moods
blowing in the wind, but really these darknesses
are part of our being: flights of fancy, ideas more
angry, death...
'That line about Beauty, serenely
disdains to destroy us?'
— William Gaddis, The Recogntions
...Pica gripped at the photograph, fingers
against the oily front of it with time elapsed inside
the still... two men stood, one muscular, she called
Beryl, outside in front of a tree with a young girl
riding by on her bright red bicycle... I couldn't
understand what to say to her, as we had met in an
absurd fashion that mostly culminates in a trip to a
Homerton Hospital Mental Ward where she sat in
those long hallways staring into the abyss, the
lemon light of the Hospital protruding into her
poetry that was quick to summon... I'm a singer,
not some piece of wet meat for these cunts to stare
at, it's a song in here, she said staring right into
these eyes causing a tropical wonder, her hands
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