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Paintings by Pavel Grechishkin (1922 - 2009)

i am softening in the face of my suffering i am softening in the face of my suffering i am softening in the face of my suffering.

— Aurielle Marie, from “this poem is a hex, tread light,” Gumbo Ya Ya

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Liza Sivakova

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I have an idea that the only thing which makes it possible to regard this world we live in without disgust is the beauty which now and then men create out of the chaos. The pictures they paint, the music they compose, the books they write, and the lives they lead. Of all these the richest in beauty is the beautiful life. That is the perfect work of art.

— W. Somerset Maugham, from The Painted Veil (Heinemann; January 1, 1949) (via The Hammock Papers)

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Caught looking, Shunpei Kamiya (because)

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Project Hail Mary dir. Phil Lord, Chris Miller | 2026

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“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.”

— T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

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Whispers of light - Line Holtegaard

Danish , b, 1980 -

Oil on canvas , 100 x 150 cm.

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My tribute to Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

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"Achilles In Love" - Stephen Dunn

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“Achilles In Love” - Stephen Dunn

There was no getting to his weakness. In public, even in summer, he wore big boots, specially made for him, a band of steel reinforcing each heel. At home, when he bathed or slept, he kept a pistol within reach, loaded. And because to be invulnerable is to be alone, he was alone even when he was with you. You could sense it in the rigidity of his carriage, as if under his fine-fitting suits were layers of armor. Yet everyone loved to see him in action: While his enemies were thinking of small advantages, he only thought end game.

Then she came along, who seemed to be all women fused into one, cheekbones and breasts evidence that evolution doesn’t care about fairness, and a mind so good, well, it was like his. You could see his body soften, and days later, when finally they were naked, she instinctively knew what to do- as smart men do with a mastectomy’s scar- kiss his heel before kissing what he considered to be his power, and with a tenderness that made him tremble.

And so Achilles began to live differently. Both friends and enemies were astounded by his willingness to listen, and hesitate before responding. Even in victory he’d walk away without angering a single god. He wore sandals now because she liked him in sandals. He never felt so exposed, or so open to the world. You could see in his face something resembling terror, but in fact it was love, for which he would die.

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