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Edgar Allan Poe Illustration by Alberto Martini
“It’s not ‘natural’ to speak well, eloquently, in an interesting articulate way. People living in groups, families, communes say little—have few verbal means. Eloquence—thinking in words—is a byproduct of solitude, deracination, a heightened painful individuality.”
— Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh (via boulevards)
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teach me the words i used to know i forgot them long ago
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Steven Siegel, Times Square, 1980s
Lilith and Eve, by Yuri Klapouh, 1963.
Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980
Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib, from “And What Good Will Your Vanity Be When The Rapture Comes”
“Tonight, nothing is long enough— time isn’t. Were there a fire, it would burn now.
Were there a heaven, I would have gone long ago. I think that light is the final image.
But time reoccurs, love—and an echo. A time passes love in the dark.”
—Robert Creeley, “The Tunnel,” from The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley, 1945-1975 (University of California Press, 1982)
Louise Glück's
Franz Wright, “Four Poems of Youth; The Dream,” in God’s Silence
Myth makes Echo the subject of longing and desire. Physics makes Echo the subject of distance and design. Where emotion and reason are concerned both claims are accurate.
And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love.
There is only silence.
– Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves
ovid / x / bilbo fabriko / hozier / @sawasawako / gustave doré / kurt vonnegut / antonio canoza / tim siebels / “Portrait of a Lady On Fire”