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Ode à ma mère
Louise Bourgeois
𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
From February 1 to 2, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973
1 February, 1937 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
Later, it becomes February, and even later, spring returns,
Mary Oliver, from "Crows"
Grace burns when you're certain you don't deserve it.
— Arianna Rebolini, Better: a Memoir About Wanting to Die (2025)
Joy Sullivan, from "(Luck I)", Instructions for Traveling West
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan’s men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you’d return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
One of my favourite Sylvia Plath poems (Mad Girl’s Love Song)
May Sarton, from Recovering: A Journal
Théophile-Alexandre Steinlen (Swiss-French,1859-1923)
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Oil on canvas
Ellen Akimoto (American, 1988) - Cat on a Rug (2018)
The Knight of the Flowers (1894)
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- Mahmoud Darwish from 'Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut c. 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi)
· Sturm und Drang · Sea Symphony · The Gathering Storm · In Harm's Way · Storm Fugue From Fury Series, 2012 - oil and charcoal on canvas.
― Stephen Hutchings (Canadian, b.1948)
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[...] I’m so pathetically intense. I just can’t be any other way.
Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath: Volume I: 1940 - 1956 — Edward Cohen, c. 11th September 1950
Wendell Berry, "A Warning To My Readers"
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