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“We have grown, I know, in the same dark gardens.”
— Yves Bonnefoy, tr. by Anthony Rudolf, from Selected Poems; “O You,”
Trois bourgeons de Magnolia, Max Dupain, 1937
Daido Moriyama From “Ikebukuro” photobook 2013
Guy Bourdin - André Courrèges Ad (Vogue Paris 1969)
Good Bones
by Maggie Smith
Life is short, though I keep this from my children. Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways, a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative estimate, though I keep this from my children. For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird. For every loved child, a child broken, bagged, sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world is at least half terrible, and for every kind stranger, there is one who would break you, though I keep this from my children. I am trying to sell them the world. Any decent realtor, walking you through a real shithole, chirps on about good bones: This place could be beautiful, right? You could make this place beautiful.
Auguste Rodin - Eternal Springtime, 1884
Mary Oliver, from “The Ponds”, House of Light
Three Harps // Photo by Imogen Cunningham, 1935
[looks for you in everything] [finds you there]
Erwin Blumenfeld Wet Veil, 1937
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“Tiresome heart, forever living and dying,”
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Wild Swans in “Collected Poems Of Edna St. Vincent Millay”
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Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God [originally published 1905]