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People change, though, especially after they are dead.
Margaret Atwood, Bluebeard's Egg; from 'Betty'
“disCONNEXION #b12” XING DANWEN 邢丹文 // 2005 [chromogenic print | 73.6 × 59 cm.]
Hiroshima mon amour (1959), dir. Alain Resnais
ANGUS CLOUD photographed by Damon Baker
Leonora Carrington, The Hearing Trumpet
Eros + Massacre (1969)
Alejandra Pizarnik, The Shadow Texts; from ‘Garden or Time’, tr: Yvette Siegert
Trailing its telltale tatters only at the outermost Fringe of mundane vision, this ghost goes Hand aloft, goodbye, goodbye, not down Into the rocky gizzard of the earth, But toward a region where our thick atmosphere
Diminishes, and God knows what is there.
— Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from ‘The Ghost’s Leavetaking’
CARRIE (1976) dir. Brian De Palma
Anaïs Nin, from Je suis le plus malade des Surrealistes
﹙ Text ID: “You will never follow me into destruction, into death.” / “I will follow you wherever you want. I love the pain in you. There are worlds deeper down, each time we sink and are destroyed, there are deeper worlds beneath which we only reach by dying.”﹚
“Nobody gets what they want. Never again are you the same. The longing is to be pure. What you get is to be changed.”
— Jorie Graham, from “Prayer” in Never
“Death presents a mourner with the renewed and now emotionally reinforced evidence of his own mortality…Every death is in some ways experienced as one’s own death.”
— Rosemary Gordon, Symbols: Content and Process (via funeral)
Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours, translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy
I started late as an actor. I did my first thing when I was 30, and my first thing in America when I was 40. So it happened pretty fast in my career and I can’t complain that it’s late in my life, I was just slightly late.