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entries from “ the encyclopedia of sorrow”
Distress
also known as desolation: while lonesomeness, as a melody, heightens the suggestion of sadness in a song, the forlorn and desolate are notes so bare as to uncover or reveal or to expose; to bear is to hold up for reference to browse through desolate areas as if to only come upon again and again similar pages in a horrible book.
for instance, for a girl to keep a diary keeps her a spectator in her own life. what she finds is similar to the distress Frida Kahlo encountered about herself but could only ask, “Diego, still forlorn?” King Tut, being the most renowned Pharoah in Egypt, was only heightened to power because of his ability to sustain constant distress. Entering the tomb, he chanted, “for the distress you've caused me, 10,000 years. And for the distress you've caused my sons, 20,000”
the explanation that waits for your discovery. maybe it is alone and forlorn. it needs you. your heart rules your decisions, but there have to be reasonable grounds for an observation of an animal in distress.
during this period of distress, a light is perceived at some distance by which all turmoil can be, although dimly, regarded
Expose
the valley of the lily and all the holy virgins to them alone expose. I struggle to remember the old, untainted days when he stood alone one day, surrounded by the "little white slaves" of New York, all painting the likenesses of articles scattered on the rooftops, sketches intended expressly to expose the passion of the paralyzed people down below.
some women have approached the press to expose wrongs and help their sisters in covering all mistakes made by journalists who tend to miss the crucial issues embedded within the flashes of news organized by the media such as the history of the American Revolution. Such was the situation and distress of the troops and so great were the unpleasant preludes to His Lordship's domain that men were made to march through a forlorn wilderness, exposing the cruelty of power heightened by distress.
Forlorn
you may remember the forlorn feeling which occasionally seizes you when you arrive to expose your daughters to knowledge of the distress in the world and broken by grief, distress, the tumult of passions, and continual fear of desertion of friends while forlorn desolation is nothing compared to the optimistic drama of your children, for the foe has prevailed in wormwood and poison.
whenever I think of them- models, addicts, aliens and other forlorn creatures distressed and exposed to the inclement skies. deserted and forlorn, he, Philoctetes, is the cause for why you will not take me with you.
with no help from the government, peasants in a state of distress look to the middle of the scene of his rescuing to save the fallen hero in the hour of his own distress. there he remains.
the wrong man, miserable, forlorn, his weight loss severe, his health in constant peril, the diabetic distress that blocks his ability to focus on details is a complete failure of self-control and could have easily been averted, had the cause been exposed.
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a gaze I can resist
In sections of the world such as parks and shores people gather to enjoy a group dynamic. Where there is water, one can perform shallow dives displaying the body as a slight arc.
Like this I have decided that when I met him I first saw him and we spoke and it went from there just as shifting pronouns emphasize the fact that language belongs to another
We soon embody a notion that an environment shaped by the structure of anecdotes exposes faith in physical organs. A gravity of sparks falls from the sky and fills us with love. I tell him a story. Then we wade out a little. This is near a shore that has embedded itself arbitrarily as an edge of a larger body. I have a small body and a smaller body inside that one that tells a story to itself. We are going to speak. Some love is around us in the environment, finding itself in sources and we can feel it.
Objectivity, as far as it changes the world, is a sort of relation that surrounds me, and goes so far as to write its own story that begins “I am no eye”, were it not the gaze that orders such radiated reticulation between me and those I choose to love. me sees me as I no longer see the gaze disappears a few friends following us down the path, the long grasses graze the gaze by which I am the lines of force from the point of the organisms. I am under the eye that looks at me surprised.
I’ll inhale a free sense of context and exhale a subject condensed is both of us. He tells his own story and I’m constantly trying to relate, but that turns my story into reactions that I can’t control as I relax under his gaze. I might love him. But what eludes something also acts. a latent way to later on be lazy and gaze, in relation to the calendar’s condensation all the facts, the facts do help, the collection is sexy, the consideration is sexy, the facts remain latent and so does the act. This syntax at the beginning of love. The lake is no longer in relation as we are gone and makes it of his description later with more and more of physical reserve. We recollect. We reconsider. We’re alone and others can’t reflect our love back to us in the concavity of their gaze. I don’t flinch, I’m tired of this test. Condensed resistance is a nucleus that I can resist.
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