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The divine experience is participation in an infinite which is measure and rhythm. Inevitably the words water, music, light, great open space, resonant, come to the lips. The I vanishes but in the hollow it has left no other I takes its place. No god but rather the divine. No particular faith but rather the feeling that precedes and sustains all faith, all hope. No face but the being without face, the being which is all faces.
Octavio Paz, “Henri Michaux,” from On Poets and Others
Versailles (2008), dir. Pierre Schoeller
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Seductive, hypnotic [...] feminine soul.
MIA BARKAN CLARKE — Tea with Nana: Paintings & Poems, (2009)
Steeple Mountain on Jupiter’s moon, Io.
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