universal end (prose) Posted byJoão-Maria22nd March 2021Posted inPoseidonic ProseTags:art, books, death, dementia, experimental, joao-maria, literature, poetry, prose, surrealism, writing Paul Henry – Dawn, Killary Harbour (1921) Part of the series on defamiliarization signed by the pseudonym Nikodem Lanci. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Published by João-Maria A tick clinging to the bristles of a purple boar. View more posts
“We hate because pain is the adage–the assurance” really hit me in the heart. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
“All that is sordid surges from the rim of the seen.” There is a universe here – the limit, the liminal of what we experience and what we imagine. Fantastic. ~ LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
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Phenomenal writing, my friend.
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Thank you for sharing this sublime piece
Go well dear soul
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“We hate because pain is the adage–the assurance” really hit me in the heart.
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“All that is sordid surges from the rim of the seen.” There is a universe here – the limit, the liminal of what we experience and what we imagine. Fantastic. ~
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