~~ this coll(e)(a)ge life: a proze(ac) poem.m.m.~~

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I often think I can see it in myself and in other young writers, this desperate desire to please coupled with this kind of hostility to the reader.
-David Foster Wallace

One day I will find the right words and they will be simple.
-Jack Kerouac

Fiction’s about what it is to be a fucking human being.
-David Foster Wallace

To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.
-Friedrich Nietzsche

This is nourishing, redemptive; we become less alone inside.
-David Foster Wallace

All I can do is be me, whoever that is.
-Bob Dylan

The interesting thing is why we’re so desperate for this anesthetic against loneliness.
-David Foster Wallace

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Wittgenstein’s eyes are in my soul

and I see him/her/phe-nomenon – this presence

Fuck everything we learned – it’s all a false

aura – a man kissing the flaming lips

or all the post-modern shit we’re fed

A corporation – how are you doing 2day

friend of my enemy? But really I see two faces

in my mirror late every night

as the Manhattan glow seeps into my fucking

martini – my mother, and Joan Didion – which one

is the one I killed?

 

(c) S e t h K l e i n s c h m i d t  ~~~  2013 A.D.

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