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Two Seated Women, Mary Cassatt

Exhibition quality German hunting knife with chiseled silver mountings and sheath, stag handle. Late 19th or early 20th century.

from Rock Island Auctions

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‘Hand with Roses and Lover’s Eye,’ and ‘Hand with Snake and Weeping Eye,’ by Fatima Ronquillo (1976- )

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a kiss by nickie zimov | a literate passion by anaïs nin | haunted house by virginia woolf | hannibal (2013-2015)

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18/12/19

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Details: Dorso de mulher, 1895. By Eliseu Visconti (Brazilian, 1866-1944)

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coffee date!

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here at last is a true lover

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yes, i write and yes, my poetry is bad, but most importantly: i feel, deeply. my words may not be perfectly arranged but they are real and meaningful. they are adorned with the nectar that drips raw from my soul - a sweet, truthful, tempestful honey. i will have a lifetime to learn how to perfectly arrange a poem, but if i lacked in feeling, i would never be able to write. the soul of poetry is the bitter truthfulness buried deep within our hearts, not empty words upon a paper. how could i be a poet if my words would not hold the power to tear at least one person's soul into droplets of emotion?

it is as marina tsvetaeva once said "equality in gift of soul and gift of language - that’s what a poet is. so there are no poets who don’t write and no poets who don’t feel. if you feel but don’t write, you’re not a poet (where are the words?). If you write but don’t feel, you’re not a poet (where is the soul?). Where is the essence? Where is the form? Same thing. Indivisibility of essence and form - that is a poet. naturally i prefer someone who feels but doesn’t write, to someone who writes but doesn’t feel. the first may be a poet tomorrow. or tomorrow’s saint. or a hero. the second (the versewriter) is nothing at all."