Sheryl Lee as Laura Palmer in Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me
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Sheryl Lee as Laura Palmer in Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me
“…Who troubles himself about his ornaments or fluency is lost. This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body… .”
— Walt Whitman, Preface to “Leaves of Grass” (via oofpoetry)
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Fiona Apple 1996.
Sunsets by Andy Warhol, 1972
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Louise Glück, from “Otis”, Poems 1962 - 2012
Virginia Woolf, The Years
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Foliage covered green roof in Kirkjubøur, a photo from Faroe Islands. More
“The importance of touch is that it places you. It is the medium of the articulation of a relationship. Touch yields two different senses–that of connection and that of separateness. It makes for a sense of oneness … as well as for a sense of difference. One thing is sure: if we are not touched, we might begin to suspect that we are not here.”
Kathleen Woodword, Aging and its Discontents
“The longing to touch/be touched. I feel gratitude when I touch someone—as well as affection etc. The person has allowed me proof that I have a body—and that there are bodies in the world.”
Susan Sontag, Consciousness Is Harnessed To Flesh: Journals & Notebooks, 1964 - 1980
“Don’t we touch each other just to prove we are still here?”
Ocean Vuong, ‘On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous’
“While the skin appears to be the matter which separates the body, it rather allows us to think of how the materialisation of bodies involves, not containment, but an affective opening out of bodies to other bodies, in the sense that the skin registers how bodies are touched by others.”
Sara Ahmed, Strange Encounters
“There’s power in the touch of another person’s hand. We acknowledge it in little ways, all the time. There’s a reason human beings shake hands, hold hands, slap hands, bump hands. It comes from our very earliest memories, when we all come into the world blinded by light and color, deafened by riotous sound, flailing in a suddenly cavernous space without any way of orienting ourselves, shuddering with cold, emptied with hunger, and justifiably frightened and confused. And what changes that first horror, that original state of terror? The touch of another person’s hands. Hands that wrap us in warmth, that hold us close. Hands that guide us to shelter, to comfort, to food. Hands that hold and touch and reassure us…”
Jim Butcher, Skin Game
“Touch me, / remind me who I am.”
Stanley Kunitz, ‘Touch’
One day I’m going to figure out a balance; in life, in love
The Color of Pomegranates 1969
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