“Her ancient gestures, her perfume, the infinite intimacy of her rage,”
— Christina Peri-Rossi, tr. by Carol Thickstunt, from “The Bacchante,”
Normal Is An Illusion
When you were young
And your heart was an open book
You used to say live and let live
But if this ever changin' world
In which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
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