what we’re reading on tour

What are you reading?

Koji! Still want to do that book club? Yes, please.

I’M IN LOVE,

“Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.”

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“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless–it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.”

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“I want to break out — to leave this cycle of infection and death. I want to be taken in love: so taken that you and I, and death, and life, will be gathered inseparable, into the radiance of what we would become. . . .”

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“Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.“

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“Never go on trips with anyone you do not love.”

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she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty wrists o my god, I thought it was all working, and now it’s her again, every time she phones you go crazy, you told me it was over you told me it was finished, listen, I’ve lived long enough to become a good woman, why do you need a bad woman? you need to be tortured, don’t you? you think life is rotten if somebody treats you rotten it all fits, doesn’t it? tell me, is that it? do you want to be treated like a piece of shit? and my son, my son was going to meet you. I told my son and I dropped all my lovers. I stood up in a cafe and screamed I’M IN LOVE, and now you’ve made a fool of me. . . I’m sorry, I said, I’m really sorry. hold me, she said, will you please hold me? I’ve never been in one of these things before, I said, these triangles. . . she got up and lit a cigarette, she was trembling all over.she paced up and down,wild and crazy.she had a small body.her arms were thin,very thin and when she screamed and started beating me I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes:hatred, centuries deep and true.I was wrong and graceless and sick.all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as I and all my poems were false.