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““There are ways of dying that don’t end in funerals. Types of death you can’t smell.””

— Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman.

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Johnny, watching my dumb ass get hit by a second car while trying to cross the road:

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Chungking Express (1994) dir. Wong Kar-wai

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MARY OLIVER

‘August’, published in Poetry magazine (1993);

personal pictures and edit

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Takeshi Kaneshiro in Fallen Angels (1995) dir. Wong Kar-wai

same thing

KATIE PUKASH

from ‘WHEN THEY TRY TO CUT THE MANIC OUT OF ME THEY REALIZE THAT I AM AN ALWAYS BURNING FIRE’, published in The Rising Phoenix Review (Oct. 2018);

image of a tree struck by lightning, source unknown

#headspace.

holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe

The Book of Promethea, Hélène Cixous tr. Betsy Wing

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what do u mean “what have i been up to” … i’m out here ruining my own life as always bitch

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As I Was Moving Ahead I Saw Brief Glimpses Of Beauty, Jonas Mekas, 2000

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Han Hyun Min photographed by Alex Finch during Seoul Fashion Week Spring 2019 at Dongdaemun Design Plaza on October 19, 2018 in Seoul, Korea.

#aspect.#him ....

lifeinpoetry

And death comes likes this: word after word, always the words crowding in to see the disaster. The trees are no more than their rings, which cling as if to memory. Death is a horse than runs constantly toward or away from what you think you know. Another and another.word after word. And the sky. And the wind. And mind. A fist opening into a hand, opening like an eye.

— Randy Lundy, from “Prairie Metaphysic,” Field Notes for the Self