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An engraving of Mary and Jesus revealing His Sacred Heart. The text in Assyrian and Arabic compares Mary to the burning bush from the Old Testament book Exodus.
Isn’t that what stories do, make real things fake, and fake things real?
Marie Rutkoski, The Winner’s Curse (via quotes-shape-us)
Strange how we decorate pain.
Margaret Atwood, from Oh, Morning in the Burned House (1996)
free-parking: Kiki Smith - Ribs, 1987, terracotta, ink, and thread
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“Life must be back there. You hid it So no one would find it And now you can’t remember where.”
—John Ashbery, from “Vaucanson,” in April Galleons: Poems (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1987)
Unicorn, June 1959.
Friendship with this world, ever more perfect (if not for the salty smell of blood). […] And friendship with yourself —since after all you don’t know who you are.
Adam Zagajewski, “Impossible Friendships,” from Eternal Enemies (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2008)
We are the slow smoke that ascends from a nonexistent fire: neither dirt nor water can put us out. The soul is irreducible as doubt.
- Maurya Simon, from “Maya,” Poetry (July 1994)
Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe
An 18th century Mexican painting of Our Lady of Guadalupe and four scenes from the apparition story.
Leonora Carrington, Sol niger, 1975, oil on canvas
Last year I abstained this year I devour without guilt which is also an art
Margaret Atwood, Last Year I Abstained (via foxesinbreeches)
The secret of dreams is that subject and object are the same. The object is self-luminous, fluent in form, multivalent in its meanings. It’s your dream, the manifestation of your will, and yet you are surprised by it … Write down your dreams. They are your myths.
Joseph Campbell (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
I’m in a foreign country in my own head.
Jane Miller, “Life’s Ironies.” (via literarymiscellany)