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It’s showtime, folks!
All That Jazz (Bob Fosse, 1979)
Her eyes are torn places.
Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; “In Forgetting,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Wild at Heart (1990) Dir. David Lynch
Losing My Taste for the Night Life- Arthur Russell
Barry Lyndon (Stanley Kubrick, 1975)
Thief (1981), directed by Michael Mann
The sense of beauty leads us astray,
James Joyce, Ulysses (via theclassicsreader)
when all the numbers swim together and all the shadows settle when doors forced open shut again a flytrap and a petal my eyes burn and claws rush to fill them and in the morning after the night i fall in love with the light it is so clear i realize that here at last i have my eyes
The Piano Teacher (La Pianiste), 2001
Her beauty was sharp and delicate, intolerant, challenging.
Alice Munro, from Stories; “Something I’ve been Meaning to Tell You,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Being alone has a power over me that never fails. My interior dissolves (for the time being only superficially) and is ready to release what lies deeper. When I am willfully alone, a slight ordering of my interior begins to take place and I need nothing more.
Franz Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka (via shesmydulcinea)
The same cycle–excitement and despair, excitement and despair.
Alice Munro, from “Cortes Island,” published in The New Yorker c. 1988 (via violentwavesofemotion)
As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty
I can only rouse myself by thinking of you. In particular, I want to know 1. how you are. 2. What you are thinking; 3. what feeling; 4. what imagining,
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Jacques Raverat written c. December 1924 (via violentwavesofemotion)