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i love you, it looks like rain, June Gehringer
something from nothing
i have [gestures vaguely] my tendencies
“and this [ ruinous god [ I swear did not love [ but now because [ and the reason neither [ nothing much [”
— Sappho, fragment translated by Anne Carson in If Not, Winter
“I go on loving you like water but / there is a terrible breath in the way all of this”
— John Ashbery, in “The Tennis Court Oath” from The Tennis Court Oath
“We can use whatever words we choose. But words can be dangerous. Sometimes they asphyxiate what we would like them to give birth to.”
— Eugenio Barba - - The Paper Canoe
Closet Devotions, Richard Rambuss
sometimes artists worry if their art is actually capable of making the world a better place, or if its all just wasted effort. what you need to remember is: all art is evil, and the sole aspiration of the artist should be to maim as many onlookers as possible.
Anne Carson, from Plainwater: Essays and Poetry
Text ID: Two hundred and ten million years of desire wash through me. Blood-eater.
Joseph Campbell, from The Hero with a Thousand Faces
Text ID: When our day is come for the victory of death, death closes in; there is nothing we can do, except be crucified—and resurrected; dismembered totally, and then reborn.
I believed myself to be polluted by the unnatural love I had inspired, and that I was a creature cursed and set apart by nature.
Mathilda, Mary Shelley
not now honey, mommy’s yearning for something that once was and will never be again
I want my eroticism mixed with love. And deep love one does not often experience.
Anaïs Nin, from Delta of Venus
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