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the word ‘content’ said about art sickens me. im sickened.
“‘bright’ laser engraved text from the internet on found oyster shell. 2018”
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Repeated Absences (1972), dir. Guy Gilles
The world owes me something
John Steinbeck, East of Eden
Tomasz Jedrowski, Swimming in the Dark — Chapter 2
“My body needs it—the hot baths, the care, the soft water, the perfume, the warmth. I take on the colors of the flowers, the bloom, the delicacy. It becomes me.”
— Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diaries of Anais Nin 1939-47
Étoile cosmique
Raymond Roussel
1923
Roussel made this little memento after he had lunch on July 29th, 1923 with the astronomer and writer, Camille Flammarion. He saved a star-shaped cookie from the occasion which he encased in a silver pendant with glass. The piece was sold after his death in 1933 and discovered by chance by Georges Bataille at a flea market. Bataille gave it to his then-lover, Dora Maar who kept it for the rest of her life.
"And what is a novel but an immense solitude?" Kate Zambreno, Drifts
I have led a toothless life, he thought. A toothless life. I have never bitten into anything. I was waiting. I was reserving myself for later on - and I have just noticed that my teeth have gone.
The Age of Reason, Jean-Paul Sartre, 1945
“I fell in love with the idea that the mysterious thing you look for your whole life will eventually eat you alive.”
— Laurie Anderson explaining her attraction to Moby-Dick