息の出会い

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What religion is this? I’m interested.

Photos by Life with Baldrick and Melchett

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Gisèle Freund, Virginia Woolf’s Working Table, Sussex, 1965

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morning

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Highly recommend this book. I’m six chapters in. Will share stuff from further readings.

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Loving this Koli drape.

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Interesting conversation with Chantal Akerman. I got a sense that I’ll keep coming back to her. 

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listening to this album after so long!

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The enigmatic life and work of Connie Converse | The New Yorker

Though she disappeared decades ago, her songs seem eerily prescient today, expressing our ache and ambivalence.

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Falling Blossoms by Yi Tal

Crimson blossoms, lush and pale, seem anxious— they wither and fall in a small garden; not to wilt on vibrant moss, but to be beautifully blown east and west.

(translated from the Korean by Ian Haight and T’ae-yong Ho)

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You had to be a crank to insist on being right. Being right was largely a matter of explanation. The intellectual man had become an explaining creature.

Saul Bellow (Mr. Sammler's planet)

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Lyn Hejinian and Leslie Scalapino's collaboration is organized around the act and idea of seeing, written in the form of a literary dialogue. A joint investigation into the workings of experience, how experience happens, what it consists of, how the experience (perceiving, feeling, thinking) of it occurs, what sensation of sensing tells us. Scalapino - the sight is the reverse of the occurrence, Hejinian - sight is lyrical, because its subtext is annihilation. ~ Sight by Lyn Hejinian & Leslie Scalapino.

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You who wish to conquer pain, You must learn what makes me kind; The crumbs of love that you offer me, They’re the crumbs I’ve left behind. Your pain is no credential here, It’s just the shadow, shadow of my wound.

~ Leonard Cohen, 1934-2016

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“To travel is to discover that everybody is wrong,” Aldous Huxley wrote, en route to Borneo, in his travelogue Jesting Pilate. “The philosophies, the civilizations, which seem, at a distance, so superior to those current at home, all prove on a close inspection to be in their own way just as hopelessly imperfect. That knowledge, which only travel can give, is worth, it seems to me, all the trouble, all the discomfort and expense of a circumnavigation.”

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Bashar Ja’afari (Syria) and US Peace Council Representatives on Syria - Press Conference