Aching, aching, aching

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There is within me a thing that is aching, aching, aching always as the days pass.

—Mary MacLane


Credits: Poem – Sleepwalking.nu from Mary MacLane’s book , “I Await The Devil’s Coming”. Photograph: Bill Moore


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  1. and it never goes away. a feminist way before her time.

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  2. Me too..

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  3. Reblogged this on Leedaze.

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  4. Me three…

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  5. Add me to the list…

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  6. This reminds me of your Anne Carson post: where can I put it down?

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  7. I rediscovered Mary MacLane in ’85, did the first anthology on her in ’93 … and I’m so happy she’s finally being read. Her depth and fire-and-ice are comforts to many people. I’m hoping to finish a biography on her soon!

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  8. I haven’t seen your posts in my reader, I did though remember the name of your blog David!
    Best wishes for the New Year!

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  9. I’m writing it in my diary. We can so relate to it as if it’s the story of our life. Ummm

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