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taiwanese grass jelly herb (3.1/5) (cooling, bitter mint sensation that feels light but has an intense climate. apparently, when steeped with agar agar or gelatin, it can thicken into a jelly. however, i would prefer to drink the herb as is.) "And surely you have seen, in the darkness of the most innermost rooms of these huge buildings, to which sunlight never penetrates, how the gold lead of a sliding door or screen will pick up a distant glimmer from the garden, then suddenly send forth an ethereal glow, a faint golden light cast into the enveloping darkness. How in such a dark place, gold draws so much light to itself is a mystery to me. Modern man, in his well-lit house, knows nothing of the beauty of gold, but those who lived in the dark houses of the past were not merely captivated by its beauty, they also knew its practical value, for gold in these dim rooms, must have served the function of a reflector. Were it not for shadows, there would be no beauty." Tanizaki'...

I love Anne Carson

Stanzas, Sexes, Seductions

(Anne Carson)

It’s good to be neuter.
            I want to have meaningless legs.
                         There are things unbearable.
                                      One can evade them a long time.
Then you die.

The ocean reminds me
            of your green room.
                         There are things unbearable.
                                      Scorn, princes, this little size
of dying.

My personal poetry is a failure.
            I do not want to be a person.
                         I want to be unbearable.
                                      Lover to lover, the greenness of love.
Cool, cooling.

Earth bears no such plant.
            Who does not end up
                         a female impersonator?
                                      Drink all the sex there is.
Still die.

I tempt you.
            I blush.
                        There are things unbearable.
                                     Legs, alas.
Legs die.

Rocking themselves down,
            crazy slow,
                         some ballet term for it—
                                      fragment of foil, little
spin,
            little drunk,
                         little do,
                                      little oh,
                                                   alas.



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