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Tori Amos - 1992
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For more than forty years, Pulitzer Prize winning poet Mary Oliver lived on Cape Cod with the love of her life, the remarkable photographer Molly Malone Cook.
When Cook died in 2005 at the age of eighty, Oliver looked for a light, however faint, to shine through the thickness of bereavement. She spent a year making her way through thousands of her spouse’s photographs and unprinted negatives, which Oliver then enveloped in her own reflections to bring to life Our World - part memoir, part deeply moving eulogy to a departed soulmate, part celebration of their love for one another through their individual creative loves. Embraced in Oliver’s poetry and prose, Cook’s photographs reveal the intimate thread that brought these two extraordinary women together — a shared sense of deep aliveness and attention to the world, a devotion to making life’s invisibles visible, and above all a profound kindness to everything that exists, within and without.
Oliver ends Our World with The Whistler, a poem on never fully knowing even those nearest to us — a beautiful testament to what another wise woman once wrote: “You can never know anyone as completely as you want. But that’s okay, love is better.”
THE WHISTLER
All of a sudden she began to whistle. By all of a sudden I mean that for more than thirty years she had not whistled. It was thrilling. At first I wondered, who was in the house, what stranger? I was upstairs reading, and she was downstairs. As from the throat of a wild and cheerful bird, not caught but visiting, the sounds war- bled and slid and doubled back and larked and soared.
Finally I said, Is that you? Is that you whistling? Yes, she said. I used to whistle, a long time ago. Now I see I can still whistle. And cadence after cadence she strolled through the house, whistling.
I know her so well, I think. I thought. Elbow and an- kle. Mood and desire. Anguish and frolic. Anger too. And the devotions. And for all that, do we even begin to know each other? Who is this I’ve been living with for thirty years?
This clear, dark, lovely whistler?
nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody
Blondie - Deborah Harry
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Beyonce Photographed by Tyler Mitchell, Vogue, September 2018
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““I wish that people could have the fun that we had when we would go and buy an album and lay on the floor and listen to it 50 times. And sing along with the words and just be so touched. Like I would get a Joni Mitchell album and just be like, “Don’t talk to me. Don’t even call me for three days because I am totally busy, and it’s a Godsend this record and I can’t even think about anything else right now.” And it would just be wonderful. It would be euphoric. And I’m sorry because I don’t see that now.””
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Flower Market - Claude Fauchere (b. 1936)
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“I would like, if I may, to take you on a strange journey.“
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Dramatic Anatomical Drawings Comprised of Complex Hatched Colors by WanJim Gim
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