pavanne

a devotee of photography, literature and cinema

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Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin Vol. IV: 1944-1947

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Temporal disruptions in melancholic time can vary in intensity, but are almost always inductive of significant suffering and distress. The future can collapse such that the past becomes fixed. As a result, temporal momentum can falter and stagnate to the point of stasis. At a standstill, time can become impoverished and empty such that one finds oneself detached from temporality altogether, beyond or outside of time. In its most extreme contortions, then, melancholic time can culminate in atemporality, a condition that can be defined as schizoid or desynchronized time.

Emily Hughes, "Melancholia, Temporal Disruption, and the Torment of Being Both Unable to Live and Unable to Die"

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Lamberto Pignotti, b. April 26, 1926 / 2026 — 100

(image: © Lamberto Pignotti, Poesia invisibile, (engraving on paper), 2001, Edition of 90. Mart, Museo di arte moderna e contemporanea di Trento e Rovereto; Donazione Lamberto Pignotti)

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One or Two Things, from Dream Work by Mary Oliver

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Nan Goldin from I'll Be Your Mirror

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The Dancer by Fernand Fonssagrives, 1952

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nick marchant in love lust desire: masterpieces of erotic photography for couples - michelle olley (2001)

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Source details and larger version.

Here are some of the best vintage photos I’ve collected.

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The archaeology of grief is not ordered. It is more like earth under a spade, turning up things you had forgotten. Surprising things come to light: not simply memories, but states of mind, emotions, older ways of seeing the world.

- Helen Macdonald, H is for Hawk

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Ursula K. LeGuin, The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas

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Daido Moriyama

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Spring has returned again. The earth is like a child who’s memorized poems; many, so many

Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies and The Sonnets to Orpheus

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To cleanse me

I receive you

And your shed blood

For the remission of my sins (This will always comе to be, this will always come to be)

Come into my heart

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Jenny Holzer Exhibition, Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum, December 12, 1989 - February 25, 1990

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