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when richard siken said “and no one can ever figure out what you want, and you won’t tell them”
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Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke, 1892-1910
“Dear friend, — Your sweetness intimidates” Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Sarah Tuckerman (January 1880)
I wish pets lived longer, cigarettes were good for you, orgasms lasted 5 minutes, and that the second cup of coffee was as good as the first.
jasper texas 1998, Lucille Clifton
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The peasant girl, Joan d’Arc, hears the voices and angels calling her to defend France. Tinted Charcoal, Conte and Pastel on paper. 2020.
Amazing women authors and their typewriters Daphne du Maurier, Marguerite Duras, Margaret Mitchell, Francoise Sagan, Sylvia Plath, Carson McCullers, Agatha Christie, Lorraine Hansberry, Doris Lessing
— Virginia Woolf, an excerpt from a diary entry
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But I protect myself, I surround myself with books, their silence does not demand anything, they exist , they are alive , they are for anyone to open, unlike us human being.
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Jean-Joseph Perraud, Le Désespoir (Despair)