Suzanne Segal, Collision with the Infinite

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Suzanne Segal, Collision with the Infinite
Sen Mitsuji as Henry Foster | Part 3
Kobayashi Kiyochika (1847-1915): A Rainy Day at Kudan
Katsushika Hokusai
Plum blossom and moon. Plate from the kyoka album Mount Fuji in Spring (春の富士山), signed Gakyöjin Hokusai, c. 1803. Art Institute of Chicago, Martin A. Ryerson Collection + Branch of plum. Plate from the kyoka album Nightingale Deep in the Mountains (山の奥深く), signed Hokusai Sori, c. 1798. British Museum, London
Sōichirō Tomioka: Trees, 1961.
on regret
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It's amazing how physically exhausting it can be to do nothing
- My liberation notes (2022).
Pale Flower , Masahiro Shinoda , (1964).
Anne Michaels, from "Infinite Gradation," originally published in October 2017
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it's because you're always on those damn gore sites
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— Virginia Woolf
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I need him grieving and mourning on it
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@cemeterysgirl
She seems dressed in all the rings Of past fatalaties So fragile yet so devious She continues to see it Climatic hands that press Her temples and my chest Enter the night that she came home Forever
Oh (She's the only one that makes me sad)
She is everything and more The solemn hypnotic My Dahlia bathed in possession She is home to me I get nervous, perverse, when I see her it's worse But the stress is astounding It's now or never she's coming home Forever
Oh (she's the only one that makes me sad) (Coming alive, she's coming alive)
Hard to say what caught my attention Vixen crazy, aphid attraction Carve my name in my face to recognize Such a pheromone cult to terrorize
I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me
Yeah!
I'm a slave, and I am a master No restraints and unchecked collectors I exist through my need, to self-oblige She is something in me, that I despise
I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me
She isn't real I can't make her real She isn't real I can't make her real
She isn't real I can't make her real She isn't real I can't make her real
10 Things I Hate About You (1999) dir. Gil Junger
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Sasha : You can't just buy me a knife every time you piss me off.
Sen : But there is always axes, chainsaws and machetes...
— Renée Vivien, tr. by Mary Ann Caws, from "The Ransom,"
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May Sarton, from “Contemplation of Poussin”, Letters from Maine