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Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay”, Glass, Irony, and God
Rockets Redglare, Rinko Kawauchi
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Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost
“Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson
So Far, So Fast
Lay down in the doorway in front of me Make yourself impossible for me to leave I remember a kid in the water, I remember a world on fire I was just comin' out of it, it was so hot all summer
I get so far, so fast I get so far, so fast
The storm, the blackout, the quiet sea You went running right into it, away from me We have friends in good houses, we have kids in the trees Now I have nothing but sleepless nights, about everything
I get so far, so fast I get so far, so fast
Don't you know someday, somebody will come and find you?
If you don't know who you are anymore, they will remind you
We don't see you around here anymore, it's okay I will say your name out loud, and you will be home
There are so many things that drive me crazy What you think I am, it's never been me Hearing you talk always saves me Can you get away and talk to me?
- So Far, So Fast -- The National
I care little for plot and prefer a lingering glow.
Durga Chew-Bose, from “Heart Museum” in Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays (Farrar, Straus and Giroux. 2017)
I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer.
Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit (via soracities)
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
Sylvia Plath in her journal entry dated 8 August 1952, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via existential-celestial)
Edward Hopper
Palm Beach, Florida.
john lautner - terrace of motel room, motel, desert hot springs, california, 1947
Photographer Alper Küçük