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GEORGE HARRISON ās best fashion moments
in THE BEATLES: GET BACK (2021)
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The Supremes at EMI Records in London, November 1968.
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āNature is enlightening, itās freedom.. For a lot of people, itās God or a higher being of greater power.ā -Josh M. kiszka
photo by Dmitri Kasterine, James Baldwin, France, 1979
For more than forty years, Pulitzer Prize winning poet Mary Oliver lived on Cape Cod with the love of her life, the remarkable photographer Molly Malone Cook.
When Cook died in 2005 at the age of eighty, Oliver looked for a light, however faint, to shine through the thickness of bereavement. She spent a year making her way through thousands of her spouseās photographs and unprinted negatives, which Oliver then enveloped in her own reflections to bring to life Our World - part memoir, part deeply moving eulogy to a departed soulmate, part celebration of their love for one another through their individual creative loves. Embraced in Oliverās poetry and prose, Cookās photographs reveal the intimate thread that brought these two extraordinary women together ā a shared sense of deep aliveness and attention to the world, a devotion to making lifeās invisibles visible, and above all a profound kindness to everything that exists, within and without.
Oliver ends Our World with The Whistler, a poem on never fully knowing even those nearest to us ā a beautiful testament to what another wise woman once wrote: āYou can never know anyone as completely as you want. But thatās okay, love is better.ā
THE WHISTLER
All of a sudden she began to whistle. By all of a sudden I mean that for more than thirty years she had not whistled. It was thrilling. At first I wondered, who was in the house, what stranger? I was upstairs reading, and she was downstairs. As from the throat of a wild and cheerful bird, not caught but visiting, the sounds war- bled and slid and doubled back and larked and soared.
Finally I said, Is that you? Is that you whistling? Yes, she said. I used to whistle, a long time ago. Now I see I can still whistle. And cadence after cadence she strolled through the house, whistling.
I know her so well, I think. I thought. Elbow and an- kle. Mood and desire. Anguish and frolic. Anger too. And the devotions. And for all that, do we even begin to know each other? Who is this Iāve been living with for thirty years?
This clear, dark, lovely whistler?
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āI just kissed the top of your head ever so gently. And then I kissed your eyelids and they fluttered underneath my lips, just a little. Then, very, very slowly, I just grazed your lips with mine. But because youāre married, I didnāt dare kiss them. Instead, I worked my way slowly down your neck, and I kissed every inch of it. And I lingered over your birthmark on your left shoulder. Yeah, that one. And I smelled you. I really inhaled and I smelled you. You smelled like you do. Like the way you smelled on the plane. The way you smell right now. The mixture of sweetness and⦠fuck. And I kissed your breasts. And I licked your nipples, and I stayed there for about an hour. And I was gentle at first, but I found out how that worked and you werenāt all that interested in me being gentle. And then I thought to myself, āI need to find out how she works, how every part of her works.ā And I spent about a week and a half with your body and I began to learn it and know it, every detail of it. And I played with you before I entered you, before I spread your legs and fucked you hard. I fucked you harder than I wanted to. But I couldnāt help myself. And I pulled your hair gently while I rocked inside you. I fucked your mouth and every part of you, until we were so intensely fevered that we couldnāt see straight anymore, and I filled you with my cum, and I told you again and again, āI love you.ā I love you.ā
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