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Willy Pogany (American, 1882–1955) - Hand to the Stars
As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty, dir. Jonas Mekas, 2000.
It’s July, Miranda
New York Winter 2014 2015
Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (trans. Ibrahim Muhawi) [ID'd]
on context: "[set during] the 1982 Israeli invasion of Lebanon and the shelling of Beirut [...] Memory for Forgetfulness is an extended reflection on the invasion and its political and historical dimensions. It is also a journey into personal and collective memory. What is the meaning of exile? What is the role of the writer in time of war? What is the relationship of writing (memory) to history (forgetfulness)?" (source)
Denise Levertov, from Candles in Babylon: Poems; “A Child,” published c. 1982
Ars Poetica in Which the Poet is Not a Cockroach, Jason Myers
JENNY HOLZER, Protect Me From What I Want, 1986
Franz Kafka, referring to Milena Jesenská in a letter to Max Brod featured in "Kafka: The Tremendous World I Have Inside my Head,"
And while I should experience
A threat of danger,
I am enamored by her blaze.
The warmth, the pure and desperate hunger
In those dancing flames,
Look more like open arms to me
Than they ever have a warning.
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i mother it, the absence of her ii. i was hard to bear from the very start.’
[text id: my sadness is a fire that i built to keep my hands warm on lonely nights. // art by sivan roshianu // i keep my misery bared between my teeth. i refuse to let her leave. / i am nothing without this obsession of mine.]
Bilal Al-Shams, Sacrifice
And that urge to feel wicked so as to deepen the sweetness into awfulness. And that little wickedness of whoever has a body.
— Clarice Lispector, “Daydream and Drunkenness of a Young Lady”; from The Complete Stories (tr. Katrina Dodson)
Mahmoud Darwish, from Almond Blossoms and Beyond; "When You Are With Me,"
Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Alanis Morissette