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Take these for the pain twice daily after eating Take these for a headache and these for your tired legs Take these for a pain in the neck in the mornings Take these if you miss your train And you can’t see the funny side Take these if you suffer Take these for loss or a twinge in the heart Take them in the evening Stand by a window you can’t see out of

William Carlos Williams on love and cruelty

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I’ve been reading The Art of Cruelty by Maggie Nelson and there’s tons of great extracts and references. One that caught me in particular was this excerpt from The Ivy Crown by William Carlos Williams, which (I think) disputes the rosy typical notions about love but reaffirms it as a wilder, more brutal thing: The business of love is cruelty which, by our wills, we transform to live together.