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These are hints, pictures. What is sought is not one thing among others, but the foundation of things. As I said, something necessary, something which must be so. Such a search cannot but be an ordeal, indeed a metamorphosis.
– Iris Murdoch, The Message to the Planet
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“Firefly lights open and vanish High as the tip buds of the golden glow Low as the sweet alyssum flowers at my feet. Moon-shimmer on leaves and trellises, Moon-spikes shafting through the snow ball bush.”
— Amy Lowell, excerpt of “The Garden by Moonlight”, in Pictures of the Floating World
“Desire is like gambling is like art, open, an opportunity to propagate potentialities which sometimes breeds inescapable radiance.”
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Céline Minard, So Long, Luise (my translation)
Source — Le désir est comme le jeu, est comme l'art, offert, une occasion de multiplier les possibles qui s'accompagne parfois d'un inévitable éclat.
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“The stars know everything, So we try to read their minds. As distant as they are, We choose to whisper in their presence. […] Come, lovers of dark corners, The sky says, And sit in one of my dark corners. There are tasty little zeroes In the peanut dish tonight.”
— Charles Simic, from “Autumn Sky,” Poetry (October/November 2002)
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