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my name is axel marazzi and i eat words for breakfast.

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“One writes because one has been touched by the yearning for and the despair of ever touching the Other.”

– Charles Simic

“You can learn more by going to the opera than you ever can by reading Emerson. Like that there are two sexes.”

– David Markson

It’s just me throwing myself at you,
romance as usual, us times us,

not lust but moxibustion,
a substance burning close

to the body as possible
without risk of immolation.

– Alice Fulton

“I played God today
And it was fun!
I made animals that men had never seen
So they would stop and scratch their heads
Instead of scowling.
I made words that men had never heard
So they would stop and stare at me
Instead of running.
And I made love that laughed
So men would giggle like children
Instead of sighing.
Tomorrow, perhaps, I won’t be God
And you will know it
Because you won’t see any three-headed cats
Or bushes with bells on…
I wish I could always play God
So that lonely men could laugh!”

– James Kavanaugh

“Keats mourned that the rainbow, which as a boy had been for him a magic thing, had lost its glory because the physicists had found it resulted merely from the refraction of the sunlight by the raindrops. Yet knowledge of its causation could not spoil the rainbow for me. I am sure that it is not given to man to be omniscient. There will always be something left to know, something to excite the imagination of the poet and those attuned to the great world in which they live.”

– Robert Frost

“Men had always been the reciters of poetry in the desert.”

– Michael Ondaatje

“Two girls discover the secret of life
in a sudden line of poetry.”

– Denise Levertov

“Maybe you’re one of those people who writes poems, but rarely reads them. Let me put this as delicately as I can: If you don’t read, your writing is going to suck.”

– Kim Addonizio

“In the great green room, there was a telephone
And a red balloon
And a picture of a cat jumping over the moon…”

– Margaret Wise Brown

On Waterloo Bridge where we said our goodbyes,
the weather conditions bring tears to my eyes.
I wipe them away with a black woolly glove
And try not to notice I’ve fallen in love

On Waterloo Bridge I am trying to think:
This is nothing. you’re high on the charm and the drink.
But the juke-box inside me is playing a song
That says something different. And when was it wrong?

On Waterloo Bridge with the wind in my hair
I am tempted to skip. You’re a fool. I don’t care.
the head does its best but the heart is the boss-
I admit it before I am halfway across.

– Wendy Cope