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Crossing the moraine,Forcing cold from my path:Every saccade gives rise to a new I (a new eye)And annihilates an old one.
December 20, 2007 at 09:19 AM in poems that don't rhyme, Self Reference, The Wisdom of "Q" | Permalink
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ed. Leiter & Sinhababu : Nietzsche and Morality
ed. Richardson & Leiter: Nietzsche (Oxford Readings in Philosophy)
Cormac McCarthy: Blood Meridian: Or the Evening Redness in the West
Aeschylus: The Oresteia
Bernard Williams: Morality: An Introduction to Ethics (Canto)