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Sylvia Plath, from “Three Women.”
David Lynch: The Art Life (2016)
“every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning / every poem an epitaph.” — T. S. Eliot, from “Little Gidding”
“was it a way to stay alive, a way to keep hope / leaving things unfinished? / as if in completing a sentence there was death—” — Dana Levin, from “Ars Poetica”
Paul Eluard, “Absence”, Selected Poems (trans. Gilbert Bowen)
[Text ID: “I speak to you across cities I speak to you across plains.”]
Mystery Train (1989) dir. Jim Jarmusch
T. S. Eliot — The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Varda par Agnès (Agnès Varda, 2019)
“Do not worry / if you find nothing. This is what I tell myself. / Do not / worry. The search / alone is beautiful.”
— Omar Sakr, from “How to endure the final hours,” The Lost Arabs (via lifeinpoetry)
“28 July. —I am more and more unable to think, to observe, to determine the truth of things, to remember, to speak, to share an experience; I am turning to stone, this is the truth.”
— Franz Kafka, Diaries
“…and she superhuman and tranquil in her gleaming isolation.”
— Clarice Lispector, from “The Imitation of the Rose”, Collected Stories (trans. Katarina Dodson)
“I thought that pain meant I was not loved. It meant I loved.”
Poems 1962-2012: Ararat, ‘First Memory’ by Louise Glück
“I used to say I’d know you anywhere, but it’s getting harder.”
— Margaret Atwood, “Shapechangers in Winter” from Morning in the Burned House (via lovedbyapollon)
italian lovers enjoying the summer breeze, 2018 south italy
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Keith Haring Journals, January 3 1988
“It seems to me as if I had always created like that: my face gazing at far-off things, my hands alone.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke, 1892-1910 (via fedeseda)
“what kept me sane was knowing that things would change, and it was a question of keeping myself together until they did.” nina simone