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There is no Space or TimeOnly intensity, And tame things Have no immensityMina Loy
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We might have coupled In the bed-ridden monopoly of a moment Or broken flesh with one another At the profane communion table Where wine is spill'd on promiscuous lips We might have given birth to a butterfly With the daily-news Printed in blood on its wingsMina Loy
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She is yet like a diamond on a heap of broken glass.Mina Loy
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Some say that happy women are immaterial.Mina Loy
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The past has come apart events are vagueingthe future is inexploitableMina Loy
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Poetry is prose bewitched, a music made of visual thoughts, the sound of an idea.Mina Loy
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LOVE of others is the appreciation of one's self. MAY your egotism be so gigantic that you comprise mankind in your self-sympathy.Mina Loy
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It is not given to each of us To be desired.Mina Loy
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Oh that's right Keep away from me Please give me a push Don't let me understand you Don't realise me Or we might tumble together Depersonalized Identical Into the terrific NirvanaMe you --- you --- meMina Loy
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MAN is a slave only to his own mental lethargy.Mina Loy
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LOVE the hideous in order to find the sublime core of it.Mina Loy