Last Light

my collection of connection.

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Why did I believe you would come out of nowhere? Why with all / that the world offers would you come only because I was here?

Mark Strand, from “Black Sea,” Man and Camel: Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2006)

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Her Revolution from Her Revolution/His Rope, 2020.

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From Au hasard Balthazar by Robert Bresson, 1966.

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From Spellbound by Alfred Hitchcock, 1945.

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“12. My childhood: closed to me. Or is it under the mulch - fertile.

But very dark. Very hidden.

13. In the dark, my soul said I am your soul.

No one can see me; only you- only you can see me.

14. And it said, you must trust me.”

From the poem Fugue by Louise Glück, published in Averno, 2006.

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From Gummo by Harmony Korine, 1997.

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From Sleep, 2015.

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From The Brown Bunny by Vincent Gallo, 2003.

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“The Greek word for "return" is nostos. Algos means “suffering.” So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.”

From Ignorance by Milan Kundera, 2000.

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From Melancholia by Lars von Trier, 2011.

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dreaming in the shadow of the willow

Scene from Buffalo ‘66 by Vincent Gallo, 1998; & song Moonchild by King Crimson.

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From Melancholia by Lars von Trier, 2011.

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Muss es sein?

Must it be?

From the last movement of String Quartet No. 16 in F major, Op. 135 by Ludwig van Beethoven, 1826;

as worked out in The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera, 1984.

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From Composition as Process by John Cage, published in Silence: Lectures and Writings, 1961.

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“We were born into this world to see it and to listen to it.”

From An (Sweet Bean) by Naomi Kawase, 2015.

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“of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear,—both what they half create, And what perceive”

From Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour. July 13, 1798 by William Wordsworth, published in Lyrical Ballads, 1798.

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From Embracing by Naomi Kawase, 1992.