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Ipanema beach. Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. 1961. Elliott Erwitt.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals
Dorothea Lange, Untitled (Adele Boke), 1951, gelatin silver print photograph
What do you do when God puts his hands on the table, / pink-red palms / asking for forgiveness?
What happens to forgiveness when God is your father / and you discover he’s just a man with two hands—
B: William Bearhart, from At The Dinner Table With God And My Father
University Of Westminster Ba - Fall RTW 2020
But what is the body but language, untamed?
And what is this music—
— Cynthia Cruz, from “Fragment,” Hotel Oblivion
Alejandra Pizarnik, from Diana’s Tree
“It was not eternity. It was spring. Spring that blooms and passes.”
— Rosario Castellanos, tr. by Magda Bogin, in The Selected Poems of Rosario Castellanos; “The Splendor of Being”
Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney, sculptor and founder of Whitney Museum of American Art, New York. Photographed by Robert Henri, 9 January 1975.
— James Baldwin, from, “If Beale Street Could Talk,” originally published in 1974
“what you lack and the punishment for your / lacking are the same”
— Kaveh Akbar, from “Portrait of the Alcoholic with Moths and River,” in Calling a Wolf a Wolf
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I want to be cured Of a craving for something I cannot find And of the shame of never finding it
— T.S. Eliot, from The Cocktail Party (Mariner, 1964)
A group of people lying in a drunken heap in a living room, 1954. Photographed by Kurt Hutton.
Vincent van Gogh quoting Victor Hugo’s “L’année terrible” in a letter to Theo van Gogh, July 1888
“God, you don’t mind if I bring all my kitchens? They hold the family laughter and the soup.”
— Anne Sexton, Clothes
Emily Dickinson in a letter to Elizabeth Holland wr. c. 20 January 1856
raquel zimmermann at alexander mcqueen autumn/winter 2006-2007