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ericcoliu

Reading, Writing, and Life on the Page

I am not the person who wrote me (Xiaoshi)

Sometimes my writing is like
Two Drawing hands facing opposite
In the act of drawing
Each other into existence
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Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

ericcoliu · 发表于: 星期五五月 16, 2008 11:15 pm 发表主题:

"The good writer seems to be writing about himself, but has his eye always on that thread of the Universe which runs through himself and all things."

~Ralph Waldo Emerson~
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Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

christine · 四品府丞 （封疆大吏也！） 注册时间: 2008-02-25 帖子: 304

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ericcoliu

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ericcoliu · 发表于: 星期三五月 21, 2008 5:40 pm 发表主题:

clair · 发表于: 星期四五月 29, 2008 2:59 pm 发表主题:

In your poem, the drawing subject, which is supposed to be viewed as a creator with respect to its creature, the drawn object, is itself the creature of the very object it has created. The hands exist through drawing each other in a paradoxical codependence.
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This dark
Ceiling without a star

浴恩福 · 发表于: 星期四五月 29, 2008 3:14 pm 发表主题:

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ericcoliu · 发表于: 星期五五月 30, 2008 4:53 pm 发表主题:

Self-reference in “Self-reference in “Self-reference in “Self-reference in “Self-reference in “Self-reference in Self-reference in "Self-reference in "Self-reference in "Self-reference in “Self-reference in “Self-reference in " ......

This inert sentence is my body, but my soul is alive, dancing in the sparks of your brain.

Do you dare to ask: Are there any sparks in my brain?
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Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul