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after spending a couple minutes swatting away haddaway and that gnat-like song....
as ridiculous theories of love go, plato's donut story is kinda sweet, dont you think? it makes nostalgia for some lost unity into the central motor of our lives. what could be better than facing backward?
ovid thought that love was basically a variant of hunting.
evolutionary biology comes up with the startling conclusion that there may--just may---be some relation between love, sex and species reproduction.
it's these moments of logical daring that take my breath away....
proust seemed to imagine that love was an aspect of fetishism, and that fetishism was a reaction to the fact that we age and that most of our lives trail away as we do. so we want to hold onto something. so we reduce the loved one to an object and we hold on.
but it doesn't work.
but it works.
but it doesn't.
but it does.
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ok so haddaway is a plot summary of proust.
and there's that song again.
you hear it too, dont you?
it's like a gnat.
it'll go away if you swat at it.
go ahead.
swat at it.
anyway. i dont know what love is. it's probably all the above and whatever else you imagine it to be.
but it's kinda nice. whatever it is.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
-kamau brathwaite
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