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Walt Whitmanâs handwritten lines from his poem âTo the Statesâ
From âDream Girlâ collection of poems by Clementine von Radics
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I THINK LOVE IS SOMETHING / THAT HAPPENS TO OTHER PEOPLE
âWaiting for nothing but music and allowing the pain â the pain that vibrates in forms too beautiful and treacherous â to reach down into the depths.â
â Alejandra Pizarnik, from Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972; Names and Shapes.
Adonis, âI Imagine a Poetâ, Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)
[Text ID:Â âIs this really the world? Shall I grieve? Shall I hope? I prefer to sing.â]
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âPerhaps it was necessary, this turning inward and deadening of my sensibility, of my acuteness. Otherwise I should not have survived. To remain sane, I became a little stolid. Now I must begin to risk my sanity, to re-open my nerves.â
â Susan Sontag, from Reborn: Journals & Notebooks 1947-1963 (via luthienne)
Before January ends, Iâm going to magically and extremely be blessed by the universe.
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âIn general, people are not drawn to perfection in others. People are drawn to shared interests, shared problems, and an individualâs life energy. Humans connect with humans. Hiding oneâs humanity and trying to project an image of perfection makes a person vague, slippery, lifeless, and uninteresting.â
â Robert Glover
Andrei Tarkovsky: A Poet in the Cinema (Donatella Baglivo, 1984)
Sicily, 1984.
Photographs by Ferdinando Scianna
âThe Toll of the Seaâ, 1922.