Jane Bowles

Everything is Nice

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    Фроje citiralaпре 5 година
    I was fairly poetic in the old days.
    Much love, J.
    Фроje citiralaпре 5 година
    Also there is nothing new except that I don’t always know which is the stroke and which is the writer’s block.
    Фроje citiralaпре 5 година
    Oddly enough I still love Morocco best, though I do not admire it more. I think and think about what it means to me, and as usual have come to no conclusion. I dream about it too, in color, all the time.
    Фроje citiralaпре 5 година
    I was disturbed by that as I have, since seeing you last, turned into an admirer of hers, and it would be nice for me to be admired by an established and talented American writer, instead of by my friends and no one else.
    Фроje citiralaпре 5 година
    I’ve always liked it when something that I’ve looked at every day suddenly seems strange and unfamiliar.
    Фроje citiralaпре 5 година
    I can’t picture anything being any different than it is.
    Фроje citiralaпре 5 година
    Maybe that’s not the kind of beautiful thing you meant. Maybe you didn’t want to hear about snakes. Maybe you meant more like what beautiful things do I love that the world loves. [He does not answer.] I told you, Gabriel. Tea-roses.
    Фроje citiralaпре 5 година
    I don’t know. Not as much as some people. I never think about looking up unless someone says Beryl, look at the moon! When I’m by myself I never look at the moon. I don’t know. I guess I’m not too keen on it.
    Фроje citiralaпре 5 година
    Because I’m aware of the estrangement, as you call it, and they aren’t.
    Фроje citiralaпре 5 година
    “They are not costumes,” he said distinctly. “They’re simply the clothes people wear.”
    Фроje citiralaпре 5 година
    My horse was frozen like a stone
    A long, long time ago.
    Frozen near the flower bed
    In the wintry sun.
    Or maybe in the night time
    Or maybe not at all.
    My horse runs across the fields
    On many afternoons.
    Black as dirt and filled with blood
    I glimpse him fleeing toward the woods
    And then not at all.
    Фроje citiralaпре 5 година
    It would be so lovely if you were like me.
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