Idumea

idumea/content/notes.tex

@@ -221,16 +221,6 @@ The writer, as ever, is a character in their own works, no matter the role they
 \noindent Cf. Echo:
 
 \begin{verse}
-My wileling is not the sort of woman you spend a diamond on —\\
-And I don't just mean to allude to her anti-capitalist streak —\\
-No, she is the sort you paint in gold and scarlet,\\
-The only colors befitting a minx such as she,\\
-A cat-eyed woman, the sort who speaks in tongues;\\
-That which men with pitchforks called the Devil's tongue\\
-As she burned at the stake.
-
-Blood and electrum for my wileling;\\
-Only the best for her.\\
 She is to me a cherished thing,\\
 A queen to a throne, with the wit to reign regent.\\
 So, to say that she is mine is indeed a crime.\\
@@ -284,7 +274,7 @@ And I am raw, far too raw, to tell it.
 
 \paragraph{Page \pageref{motes}}
 I have written extensively on these hyper-black shapes that The Child paints and more about her besides in \emph{Motes Played}. A little book for little skunks, yes? For she deserves her story told—and just so! Just like this! A tale written in a style befitting her—as much as does The Woman.
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 \paragraph{Page \pageref{keatsheight}}
 \emph{Miss Michelle Hadje, five foot four.}
@@ -321,13 +311,14 @@ The distinction between a thing that is \emph{loved} and a thing that is \emph{b
 
 One must never ask an author their desires on where their work ought lie on the loved-beloved scale.
 
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 \paragraph{Page \pageref{shakespeare}}
 [\ldots] \emph{all the world's a horror.}
 
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 \noindent Cf. Shakespeare
 
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 \begin{verse}
 All the world's a stage,\\
 And all the men and women merely players;\\
@@ -368,7 +359,7 @@ And it is not without beauty, yes? For this passage is beautiful, and so too is
 \end{quote}
 
 \noindent Such bitterness! Words as a weapon! I write below of how we loathe our connections, and here was a moment of that loathing, for I remember well the pain that we all felt at that cruelty, but this is not that story, and so I will linger on the ideas of glasses darkly.
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 \paragraph{Page \pageref{winthrop}}
 \emph{The Sightwright suffered as I do, as The Oneirotect does, and perhaps even as The Woman did.}
@@ -482,7 +473,7 @@ and fell visions sidling up too close\\
 both woo me. Sweet caramel and soft cream\\
 sit cloying on their tongues, and I, Atropos\\
 to such dreams as these, find shears on golden thread.
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 I would not cut, nor even could, had I but wished\\
 to sever this golden thread — and every thread\\
@@ -495,6 +486,7 @@ such love as this cease. I yearn to say that she returned\\
 to me, became a part of me, but a tally notched\\
 among the lost was all that stayed when life was spurned\\
 by the call of death — supposedly ended.
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 So, she is gone and now our lives are darker for it,\\
 and now this world is where the shadows lie,\\
@@ -515,7 +507,7 @@ Because I could not stop for Death —\\
 He kindly stopped for me —\\
 The Carriage held but just Ourselves —\\
 And Immortality.
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 We slowly drove — He knew no haste\\
 And I had put away\\
@@ -531,6 +523,7 @@ Or rather — He passed Us —\\
 The Dews drew quivering and Chill —\\
 For only Gossamer, my Gown —\\
 My Tippet — only Tulle —
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 We paused before a House that seemed\\
 A Swelling of the Ground —\\
@@ -695,6 +688,7 @@ And I set my heart to know wisdom and to know revelry and folly, for this, too,
 \begin{quote}
 What gain is there for man in all his toil that he toils under the sun?
 \end{quote}
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 \noindent From Qohelet 3:20:
 
@@ -714,7 +708,7 @@ wystarczy pozwolić człowiekowi\\
 wytruć swój rodzaj\\
 a nastąpią niewinne wschody słońca\\
 nad florą i fauną wyzwoloną
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 na pofabrycznych pustkowiach\\
 wyrosną dębowe lasy\\
@@ -743,7 +737,7 @@ upon a rabbit
 Evil will disappear from the world\\
 once consciousness does
 \end{verse}
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 \paragraph{Page \pageref{rilke-doyousee}}
 \emph{Do you see now the connection?}
@@ -891,6 +885,7 @@ zahlenlos aufgeht.
 
 \secdiv
 
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 And suddenly in this toilsome nowhere, suddenly\\
 the unutterable place where the merely too little\\
 inscrutably mutates—, swings round\\