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Come On, Children (1973), dir. Allan King
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“Surely all art is the result of one’s having been in danger, of having gone through an experience all the way to the end, where no one can go any further. The further one goes, the more private, the more personal, the more singular an experience becomes, and the thing one is making is, finally, the necessary, irrepressible, and, as nearly as possible, definitive utterance of this singularity.”
–Rainer Maria Rilke
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Posted by Theresa Duncan, Wit of the Staircase, Where No One Can Go Further, Monday, October 16, 2006
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–Image: Yves Klein, Leap Into the Void, 1960