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When bear left bear: Love in the dark, for we are the dark
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When bear left bear. Sooner or later I'll bury my teeth). Wednesday, March 14, 2012. Love in the dark, for we are the dark. During the languid and serene nights of February, I have amused myself with a curious pastime. The poor, obscure, plain, and little creature in me has been inflamed by the continuum of dark and spirited wanderers, come in the flesh on-screen. The image of blotting out the moon and pulling down the stars comes as easy as snow. Posted by Annie Wilkins. View my complete profile.
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When bear left bear: Lynx and bear
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When bear left bear. Sooner or later I'll bury my teeth). Thursday, June 23, 2011. In the dream there's a lynx and a bear and a tree. The quarreling animals are interrupted by a hand. A God-like hand, my hand? Posted by Annie Wilkins. June 28, 2011 at 12:29 PM. The sensation of violent, the emotionally thick inevitability and the narrative remind me of a very old dream of mine, one that I used to call The dreams two apes. I should consider posting it at some stage. July 11, 2011 at 12:27 PM.
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When bear left bear: June 2011
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When bear left bear. Sooner or later I'll bury my teeth). Tuesday, June 28, 2011. I called him a poor man's Edward Scissorhands. I can't remember why, but this is what he tells me. "You are hungry", he says. He is not mistaken: I am hungry, famished, starving. What he doesn't understand is that he's not the object of my desire. I yearn for something vast, sentimental, grandiose, technicolour, magical, ridicilous. I don't have anything against no-hooks and no-strings, rope quartets and book-clichés –.
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When bear left bear: Kathy (down there)
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When bear left bear. Sooner or later I'll bury my teeth). Monday, July 11, 2011. Posted by Annie Wilkins. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Streaked with soot, heavy booted and wild-eyed. View my complete profile. I'm easy, easy to keep. Not all doubles are bad news. A letter to my students. 1652016 Exhibition / NäyttelyI will have an exhibition at. A Girl Named Wolf. Big Plans for 2016. The music that keeps coming. The woman in the picture is me, fast asleep.
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When bear left bear: March 2012
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When bear left bear. Sooner or later I'll bury my teeth). Wednesday, March 14, 2012. Love in the dark, for we are the dark. During the languid and serene nights of February, I have amused myself with a curious pastime. The poor, obscure, plain, and little creature in me has been inflamed by the continuum of dark and spirited wanderers, come in the flesh on-screen. The image of blotting out the moon and pulling down the stars comes as easy as snow. Posted by Annie Wilkins. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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When bear left bear: Soft as Chalk
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When bear left bear. Sooner or later I'll bury my teeth). Friday, June 17, 2011. I'd like to think of my writing in terms of courtship. A taste of the treasured language, a mouthful of bees. Posted by Annie Wilkins. Labels: A.S. Byatt. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Streaked with soot, heavy booted and wild-eyed. View my complete profile. I'm easy, easy to keep. Not all doubles are bad news. A letter to my students. 1652016 Exhibition / NäyttelyI will have an exhibition at. A Girl Named Wolf.
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When bear left bear: Bodily Harm
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When bear left bear. Sooner or later I'll bury my teeth). Tuesday, June 28, 2011. I called him a poor man's Edward Scissorhands. I can't remember why, but this is what he tells me. "You are hungry", he says. He is not mistaken: I am hungry, famished, starving. What he doesn't understand is that he's not the object of my desire. I yearn for something vast, sentimental, grandiose, technicolour, magical, ridicilous. I don't have anything against no-hooks and no-strings, rope quartets and book-clichés –.
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When bear left bear: That whore's black heart
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When bear left bear. Sooner or later I'll bury my teeth). Thursday, August 4, 2011. That whore's black heart. For months and months I have been bound to the songs of 'Have One On Me' (2010). My affair with Newsom's poetry has evolved into a love-like liaison; a sad story unfolds, riddles unravel. Autumn, winter and spring were wrapped up in 'Easy', all the lovely intentions and yearnings beyond which mere desperation and forlornness lie. She is already worn to the bone by the river. In addition to love's...
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When bear left bear: July 2011
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When bear left bear. Sooner or later I'll bury my teeth). Monday, July 11, 2011. Posted by Annie Wilkins. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Streaked with soot, heavy booted and wild-eyed. View my complete profile. I'm easy, easy to keep. Not all doubles are bad news. A letter to my students. 1652016 Exhibition / NäyttelyI will have an exhibition at. A Girl Named Wolf. Big Plans for 2016. The music that keeps coming. The woman in the picture is me, fast asleep.
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When bear left bear: August 2011
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When bear left bear. Sooner or later I'll bury my teeth). Thursday, August 4, 2011. That whore's black heart. For months and months I have been bound to the songs of 'Have One On Me' (2010). My affair with Newsom's poetry has evolved into a love-like liaison; a sad story unfolds, riddles unravel. Autumn, winter and spring were wrapped up in 'Easy', all the lovely intentions and yearnings beyond which mere desperation and forlornness lie. She is already worn to the bone by the river. In addition to love's...
