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Marguerite Duras, from ‘Hiroshima Mon Amour’, tr. Richard Seaver

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Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to his brother Theo (The Hague, September 1882)

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Stephen Doherty, ink and watercolor on paper

[bebemoon]

“I can’t feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside the very private spring of my head.”

— Franz Kafka, from Letters To Milena  (via oiseauperdu)

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Étoile cosmique

Raymond Roussel

1923

Roussel made this little memento after he had lunch on July 29th, 1923 with the astronomer and writer, Camille Flammarion. He saved a star-shaped cookie from the occasion which he encased in a silver pendant with glass. The piece was sold after his death in 1933 and discovered by chance by Georges Bataille at a flea market. Bataille gave it to his then-lover, Dora Maar who kept it for the rest of her life.

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sara teasdale, the tree (flame and shadow)

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The year's first snow

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Frances  

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“What better occupation, really, than to spend the evening at the fireside with a book, with the wind beating on the windows and the lamp burning bright…”

— Gustave Flaubert (b. 12 December 1821)

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good bones by maggie smith saturday . give it up for good bones by maggie smith saturday

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“Plants and animals don’t fight the winter; they don’t pretend it’s not happening and attempt to carry on living the same lives that they lived in the summer. They prepare. They adapt. They perform extraordinary acts of metamorphosis to get them through. Winter is a time of withdrawing from the world, maximising scant resources, carrying out acts of brutal efficiency and vanishing from sight; but that’s where the transformation occurs. Winter is not the death of the life cycle, but its crucible.”

– Katherine May, Wintering: The Power of Rest and Retreat in Difficult Times

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Camus & Char,  a fruitful literary friendship

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“The older I get, the more I find that you can only live with beings who liberate you, and who love you with an affection that is as light to bear as it is strong to feel…This is how I am your friend. I love your happiness, your freedom, your adventure, and I would like to be for you the companion you are sure of, always.” ~ Albert Camus to René Char

[HELL AND EARTH]