Marian Engel, from Notebooks: “Ah, Mon Cahier, čoute”
Text ID: I fade into dreams.
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Monologue for an Onion, Suji Kwock Kim
Notebooks: "Ah, Mon Cahier, čoute", Marian Engel
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I fade into dreams.
Marian Engel, from Notebooks: “Ah, Mon Cahier, čoute”
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Marian Engel, from Notebooks: "Ah, Mon Cahier, čoute"
Text ID: The moon / Rose from the sea like Aphrodite
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Marian Engel, from Notebooks: “Ah, Mon Cahier, čoute”
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Marian Engel, from Notebooks: "Ah, Mon Cahier, čoute"
Text ID: The need to be loved is still so all-consuming that one day it will be the death of me.
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Marian Engel, from Notebooks: "Ah, Mon Cahier, čoute"
Text ID: Why do we want this intimacy, this destructive nearness? Both of us are cannibals, we will destroy the wholeness, thus the object, yet we eat, eat, destroy.
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Marian Engel, from Notebooks: “Ah, Mon Cahier, čoute”
Text ID: and I stand clear, knowing perfectly well what I am. There seems to be no point any longer in hating what I am.
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Marian Engel, from Notebooks: "Ah, Mon Cahier, čoute"
Text ID: Art is always becoming.
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Marian Engel, from Notebooks: “Ah, Mon Cahier, čoute”
Text ID: —love, always almost unbearable love—but mixed with dread—
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Text ID: Why do I ask to be punished.
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