Bonfires For Nobody

In a dark dark house, a dark dark lair, in a dark dark head, was a dark dark closet, where some skeletons lived. I will purge them with beautiful things and greater sins so they will be forgotten, dust. Photos, music, whatever I like, and whatever I write. This is me, or enough.

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Postcard by Yevgeny Charushin (1967)

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Hand Painted Teapots and Saucers

Vitraaze on Etsy

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SAMANTHA MASH

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“I was seeing not you / but something that lives between us, that can live / only between us.”

— Sharon Olds, from Selected Poems; “You Kindly,”

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“I did not know him, I knew my idea of him.”

— Sharon Olds

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One Secret Thing, Sharon Olds

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“as honey: desire is poured upon your lovely face”

– Sappho, tr. by Anne Carson from If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho

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“I am someone who did not die when I should have died.”

— Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

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Gabriel Gomez  -  http://seaandbirds.tumblr.com  -  https://www.linkedin.com/in/gabriel-gomez-88155065  -  https://www.behance.net/gabrielgoma9c5  -  http://new-territories.blogspot.com.es  -  https://www.facebook.com/thehillstudio

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Premonition 1953

Remedios Varo

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Wandering Through Oregon (by Berty Mandagie)

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Embroidery Hoops

Shimunia on Etsy

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“The old Jews rarely admitted good fortune. And if they did, they’d quickly add kinahora— let the evil eye not hear. What dummkopf would think the spirits were on our side? But even in a tropical paradise laden with sugarcane and coconut, something like the shtetl’s wariness exists. In Hawaii, I’m told, a fisherman never spoke directly, lest the gods arrive at the sea before him. Instead he’d look to the sky, the fast-moving clouds, and say, I wonder if leaves are falling in the uplands! Let us go and gather leaves. So, my love, today let’s not talk at all. Let’s be like those couples eating silently in restaurants, barely a word the entire meal. We pitied them, but now I see they were always so much smarter than we were.”

— “Deceiving the Gods” by Ellen Bass