Well, I'm No Expert, But Apart From Fe, I Suspect Specks Of Fi Too. As I Have Said, I Haven't Had Much

well, i'm no expert, but apart from fe, i suspect specks of fi too. as i have said, i haven't had much time to ponder on you (you, not your blogs), thus it's a tad bit difficult to say. in any case, what i say doesn't matter, i just wished to know. otherwise i can promise my curiosity will keep wandering and haunt me with every glimpse of yours.

You got it right, apart from one letter. At least, based on the last time I took it. So I don't know, maybe you're right with your speculation. But I also did have one other result prior to the most recent one that was pretty consistent throughout the years.

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now will you tell me yours dear anon also now curious about your blog/s too

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watch foreign movies without turning the subtitles on. turn the volume up. - L. V.
Jose Clemente Orosco, Detail of The Bedroom (c. 1910)
fill your room with conversation you aren’t a part of. - L. V.
Jose Clemente Orosco, Detail of The Bedroom (c. 1910)
listen. you’re a ghost now. listen. until you begin to have dreams of letting people into your life again. listen. until you desire to be a part of someone else’s life again. - L. V.

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Details of "Dans le bleu" by Amélie Beaury-Saurel (French, 1849-1924)
SELFHOOD Perhaps I should have been born as a much simpler creature. I am bad at being human. I am bad at chasing after dreams. I am bad at staying awake. I am bad at writing—the very thing that I claim to bring me solace. Perhaps I should have been born as a firefly or a moth. Or one of those fish with the silver belly. Perhaps a warm, fuzzy creature that spends its days grazing in a meadow that one day will be visited by a local artist and immortalized on his canvas. Perhaps we should have been born as much simpler creatures. Perhaps we’d have a better chance of happiness then. - L. V.

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Detail of "Girl and the Moon" (1939) by Karl Pärsimägi

Here we are again: In the fetal position, curled up in poetry’s warm embrace, trying to put back together the two halves of our fractured hearts.

Detail of "Girl and the Moon" (1939) by Karl Pärsimägi

Along the way, we swapped a broken piece or two by accident. And so, here we are now, trying

to go about our lives with Frankenstein hearts, wondering why it hurts to breathe when we’re far apart.

Detail of "Girl and the Moon" (1939) by Karl Pärsimägi

L. V., i found this poem in a local paper's lost-and-found section

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Van Gogh 1886 Self-Portrait
If only Van Gogh was alive today you said - L. V.
Van Gogh 1886 Self-Portrait with Dark Felt Hat
and that was all it took for me to believe in reincarnation. - L. V.
Van Gogh 1887 Self Portrait with Felt Hat
I like to think that Van Gogh is walking in sunflower fields right now thousands of miles away from where we sit here with our cups of coffee. - L. V.
Van Gogh 1888 Self-Portrait
He is walking with paint-stained fingertips and a different face and a different voice and a different name - L. V.
Van Gogh 1889 Self-Portrait
but the sun is shining on his favourite felt hat and the birds are singing for him as the pipe between his lips paints the morning breeze. - L. V. 
Van Gogh 1889 Self-portrait with a Bandaged Ear and Pipe

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Letter (detail) by Federico Zandomeneghi
who is this boy you keep kissing in your poetry? - L. V.
Letter (detail) by Federico Zandomeneghi

L. V., things people say

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Poetic Surgery I lay you down under the sun where god can see you. Someone hands me a scalpel and I make the first incision— right at the soft spot between the third verse and the fourth. You bleed. You open up like a flower at the hands of a Summer child. I have poetry in place of bandages so I plaster the silence with free verse because apart from being myself, I’ve also grown tired of being locked up. Years from now, they’ll finally find a cure for our kind of sadness. Until then, we’ll drink our pepper mint tea and write lousy poetry. - L. V.

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Detail of "Jeune homme à la fenêtre" ("Man at the Window") Gustave Caillebotte, 1875
I was watching a film the other day. The boy confessed: I can’t stand the silence—I need to speak to you. - L. V.
Detail of "Jeune homme à la fenêtre" ("Man at the Window") Gustave Caillebotte, 1875
And it reminded me of the first time I fell in love. It wasn’t with a boy. It was with silence. - L. V.
Detail of "Jeune homme à la fenêtre" ("Man at the Window") Gustave Caillebotte, 1875
In a dream, the world shut its mouth forever and the backyard flowers began to bloom in colours we have yet to name. - L. V.
Detail of "Jeune homme à la fenêtre" ("Man at the Window") Gustave Caillebotte, 1875
We learned to make music another way—first with hands and feet. Later, with the way we breathe. - L. V.
Detail of "Jeune homme à la fenêtre" ("Man at the Window") Gustave Caillebotte, 1875
Isn’t it strange how even love could backfire? Because here I am years later and I couldn’t care less for silence anymore. I can’t stand it—speak to me. - L. V.
Detail of "Jeune homme à la fenêtre" ("Man at the Window") Gustave Caillebotte, 1875

L. V., i found this poem rereading a book you gave me years ago

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Woman with a Newspaper (detail) Richard Diebenkorn, 1960
I read my horoscope from the Sunday paper
Woman with a Newspaper (detail) Richard Diebenkorn, 1960
and it tells me that this is going to be my year.
Woman with a Newspaper (detail) Richard Diebenkorn, 1960
Am I finally going to die?

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L. V., I Found This Poem Whilst Listening To Your Favourite Song
Ilya Repin, Detail of "Autumn Bunch" 1892
L. V., I Found This Poem Whilst Listening To Your Favourite Song
Ilya Repin, Detail of "Autumn Bunch" 1892
L. V., I Found This Poem Whilst Listening To Your Favourite Song

L. V., i found this poem whilst listening to your favourite song

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Detail of "The Lonely Ones" by: Edvard Munch, 1899
L. V., I Found This Poem Screaming Whilst The Waves Roared Back
Detail of "The Lonely Ones" by: Edvard Munch, 1899

L. V., i found this poem screaming whilst the waves roared back

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Poetry. Prose. Free Verse. May explore dark/sensitive themes.

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