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copyright issue for greedy cats of Dublin. Fuck the Joyce estate. |
James Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941)
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copyright issue for greedy cats of Dublin. Fuck the Joyce estate. |
Forough Farrokhzad (1935-1967)
My silent Friday,My deserted Friday,My Friday: sad, like old abandoned lanes.My Friday:The cold day of ailing, idle thoughts,Moist day of long, evil bore,loaded with grief,grief for my faith, for my hope,Oh, my Friday, this renouncing day…Oh, this empty room,Oh, this gloomy house…These isolating walls from attacks of youth,These collapsing roofs on my slight daydream of light,In this place of lone, reflection and doubt,In this space of shade, text, image and sign.My life, like a mysterious river,streamed into those silent, deserted days,so calmly with a lot of pride.My life, like a mysterious river,Streamed into those empty, gloomy rooms,so calmly with a lot of pride.