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SPELLLING - Boys at School

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“Isn’t it the most blissful thing in the world to be away from everything you have ever known - to be so far away that you don’t even know yourself anymore and you’re not sure you ever want to come back to all the things you’re a part of?”

— Jamaica Kincaid, Lucy

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Planet Earth II (2016) Episode 05 “Grasslands” Directed by Chadden Hunter

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GQ published an unedited version of a David Lynch interview about happiness they’d only briefly quoted before (x)

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Queer (Luca Guadagnino, 2024)

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when that part of ribbon bows hits

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“Only one thing remained reachable, close and secure amid all losses: language. Yes, language. In spite of everything, it remained secure against loss. But it had to go through its own lack of answers, through terrifying silence, through the thousand darknesses of murderous speech. It went through. It gave me no words for what was happening, but went through it. A poem, being an instance of language, hence, essentially dialogue, may be a letter in a bottle thrown out to sea with the — surely not always strong — hope that it may somehow wash up somewhere, perhaps on a shoreline of the heart. In this way, too, poems are en route; they are headed toward. Toward what? Toward something open, inhabitable, an approachable you, perhaps, an approachable reality.”

— Paul Celan, from a speech given on the occasion of being awarded the Literature Prize of the Free Hanseatic City of Bremen, sourced here

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Paul Celan, Selections

[Text ID: Memory, / set up your flag at half-mast. / At half-mast / today and forever.]

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“In my dream I apologize to everyone I meet. Instead of introducing myself, I apologize for not knowing why I am alive. I am sorry. I am sorry. I apologize. In real life, oddly enough, when I am fully awake and out and about, if I catch someone’s eye, I quickly look away. Perhaps this too is a form of apology. Perhaps this is the form apologies take in real life. In real life the looking away is the apology, despite the fact that when I look away I almost always feel guilty; I do not feel as if I have apologized. Instead I feel as if I have created a reason to apologize, I feel the guilt of having ignored that thing—the encounter. I could have nodded, I could have smiled without showing my teeth. In some small way I could have wordlessly said, I see you seeing me and I apologize for not knowing why I am alive. I am sorry. I am sorry. I apologize. Afterwards, after I have looked away, I never feel as if I can say, Look, look at me again so that I can see you, so that I can acknowledge that I have seen you, so that I can see you and apologize.”

— Claudia Rankine, Don’t Let Me Be Lonely: An American Lyric