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The eyes she discovered by a lake in thirteenth century France. They had rolled down the hillside, gathering momentum until they saw their own reflection.
By Sy SafranskyFebruary 1979With regards to changing the title from “That Very Special Romance” to “A Romance” I must raise the following objections and make the following suggestions. 1. My title has a certain acerbic irony not present in the truncated (emasculated?) form. The fact is there was nothing particularly romantic about my relationship with the little trollop.
By Jim ThorntonAugust 1978August 1978One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.
Carl Jung
I want to love loneliness / the way I love you. I want / to enter it and twist up its / hair in my fist.
By Sy SafranskyAugust 1978We are free to do most anything, yet, understanding so little about freedom, we confuse it with license, as we confuse living with style.
By Sy SafranskyFebruary 1978Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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