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Anti-Icarus Life Affirmation

the beautiful is fucked, the beautiful is fucked
the [embarrassingly effusive adjective] young woman wants to want
away from some waning sun, blazing out
smeared chalk that teacher won't wipe away
i will not think the world is fucked
i will not think we are all fucked

closed picnic baskets and folded blankets await
under the knotty oak mom made for such a fate
of basking in the shadows, of basking in the shadows
of basking in the shadows, of basking in the shadows
the sun's rays, the sun's rays, the sun's rays, the sun's rays
inches away, inches away, inches away, inches away
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"Seeing that before long I must confront humanity with the most difficult demand ever made of it, it seems indispensable to me to say who I am. Really, one should know it, for I have not left myself "without testimony." But the disproportion between the greatness of my task and the smallness of my contemporaries has found expression in the fact that one has neither heard nor even seen me. I live on my own credit; is it perhaps a mere prejudice that I live? ... I need only to speak with one of the "educated" who come to the Upper Engadine for the summer, and I am convinced that I do not live ... Under these circumstances I have a duty against which my habits, even more the pride of my instincts, revolt at bottom, namely, to say: Hear me! For I am such and such a person. Above all, do not mistake me for someone else!" - Nietzsche, Ecce Homo