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“You and I know each other in our bones,”
— Kurt Vonnegut, from a letter to Nanny Vonnegut wr. c. January 1973
“Our kisses across the roses met, and her face, and my face, were roses.”
— D. H. Lawrence, from Selected Poems of D.H. Lawrence; “All Of Roses,”
Ryan McGinley, William (Floating Trees), 2012
Patti Smith, Chelsea Hotel NYC, early 70′s
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Tirez sur le pianiste (François Truffaut, 1960)
“Back then I was leaving you. Now who would I be leaving? I have only myself to leave now,”
— Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from “Rien ne va Plus,”
“𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦, he says, caressing me. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳?”
— Margaret Atwood, from Selected Poems: 1976 - 1986; “Half-Hanged Mary,”
“I’m not the demon you knew and loved.”
— Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from “Rien ne va Plus,”
It’s a wonderful, most wonderful day to avoid any kind of human interaction and sink deep into literature, music, the perplexing beauty of the full moon and my own internal monologue
Tirez sur le pianiste (François Truffaut, 1960)
The Third Part of the Night (Andrzej Zulawski, 1971)
The Third Part of the Night (Andrzej Zulawski, 1971)
“My soul pours out without end, like melancholy water,”
— Éphraïm Mikhaël, from Poems; “Florimond,” written c. January 1879
The Third Part of the Night (Andrzej Zulawski, 1971)
“Ghostly, gently, simply,”
— Georges Rodenbach, from “The Chamber, Sad and Weary,” wr. c. July 1882
The Third Part of the Night (Andrzej Zulawski, 1971)