Don Quixote, Which Was a Dream by Kathy Acker Read Free Book Online Page A

kisses
    between us your hands your flesh unending
    time into time the past wasn't past - how do I
    transform the past: that awful
    prison cause it ends?
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    By repeating the past, I'm molding and transforming it, an impossible act.
    fulsere vere candidi tibi soles.
    New section:
    nunc iam illa non vult: tu quoque, impotens can't fuck any boyfriends these days, bad mood no wonder I'm acting badly, noli NO
    My present is negative. This present becomes imaginary: The future of amabitur and the subjunctive at the beginning of the poem?:
    nee quae fugit sectare, nee miser
    vive good advice sed obstinata mente
    perfer, obdura. vale, puella. (My awful telephone
    call. This's my apology, Peter.
    Do you accept?) iam (ha ha)
    Catallus obdurat, nec te requiret nee rogabit
    invitam: I'm a good girl I have, behave perfectly, at tu dolebis. The imaginary
    makes reality, as in love, cum
    rogaberis nulla scelesta. Scelesta nocte. My
    night, quae tibi manet vita
    without me? quis nunc adibit? without me cui
    videberis bella? quern nunc amabis? with me you
    fuck whoever you want. Let the imagination reign
    supreme, quern you now
    fucking? cuius esse diceris
    huh! quern basiabis a stupid question?
    cui labella labula mordebis?
    (allied to death?) at tu, Catullus, destinatus obdura
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    to facts, for only the imagination lives.
    The imagination is will.
    Will Versus Chance
    no more sighing blackness nihilism and senile old fogies' blathers as snot falls out of their nostrils
    all more worthless than the two bums I saw talking today, suns rise and set I never see them -for you my love and me a few brief hours of sun then no consciousness blackness perpetually, take it kiss me do it grab me grab my arms grab my ankles grab my cunt hairs the only nights of light the only eyes we have, conscious.
    so much so much so many phenomena we can no longer think understand, realizing we're not responsible, so no bourgeois or moralist can touch us or know anything real about us.
    Time Is Identity
    No one he states my boyfriend'Id rather fuck than a duck, than me. Even if Psyche herself begged him. He said to me. But what a man tells any woman who loves him is lost in these winds and squalling
    waters. My lover is changing water.
    Loneliness
    Lines one through four. Emotional thesis: on always being away from you. I'm not scared of dying. I fear dying (absolute absence)'11 take away your love for me.
    Lines five and six. The supplementary thesis: death or absence destroys love.
    Lines seven through ten. The antithesis: love can and does fight this absence.
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    Lines eleven and twelve. The synthesis: My love for you is making me your mirror your object, fuses, whether I'm with or away from you. So this love's overcoming and becoming, through identity, one with death.
    Lines thirteen through eighteen. The next thesis is based on the above synthesis: when I'm dead and absolutely apart from you, I'll still love you. No matter how long you stay alive, we'll eventually be together forever.
    Lines nineteen and twenty. The supplementary thesis: our love is absence.
    Lines twenty-one through twenty-four (the first section which isn't just one whole sentence. The three short sentences of this section syntactically reflect their verbal content). The antithesis: This life or these constant changes may destroy our love. Like death, love is infinite.
    Lines twenty-five and twenty-six. The synthesis: while we're alive right now we have to love each other as much as possible cause love has nothing to do with time. (I can never say anything this direct to you cause I love you too much.)
    The overall sentence syntactical structure is and concerns the relations between several kinds of time. What is the verb structure? Verbs're Latin's grammatical backbone.
    The first kind of time, lines one through four, is linear time. The first main verb is is, an is which isn't Platonic. This common is leads to the first person subjunctives, fear and hinder, as well as the is' subject