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rest in peace Ren Hang

“All art is like the evening glow…. Beauty stands before everyone; it renders human endeavor completely futile.... The present moment is all; the air is filled with a poison of color. What’s beginning? Nothing. Everything is ending.”

—Mishima Yukio, The Temple of Dawn

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We are what we do with the silence given us

And to think: we’re beginning until we end

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Past: a species which feeds on the present

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I started, first, because I missed you and because, maybe, I envied those moments you had to yourself watching the rain in utter silence.

And then, because I longed to make something last—even if knew time burns quickly in your hand and that, if one isn’t careful, it can even leave a scar or two behind.

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I burned in quiet ecstasy.

Bruno Schulz, tr. by Celina Wieniewska, from “Sanatorium Under the Sign of the Hourglass,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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The Dying Swan • Yevgeni Bauer, 1914

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Mamma Anderson

“Be good to me, O, be good to me,”

we cried, we starved, we begged;

Then lit a match—and set ourselves aflame

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“Because I love you absolutely, I, myself, am no longer absolute. Recognizing you gives me measure. Because you are, you impose limits upon me. I am whole, perhaps, but not the whole.”

— Luce Irigaray, in To Be Two (via poeticque)

#OH MY GOD