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Jules of Nature

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What will she create
Kerry James Marshall - Beauty Examined (1993)
I think I am a better ghost than I am a human being From the movie “Ansiktet” by Ingmar Bergman (1958) Mikko Kourinki
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tjagbo: Forbidden Knowledge, 2020 T.J Agbo
“Listen. We must all stop dying in the little ways, in the craters of hate, in the potholes of indifference— a murder in the temple. The place I live in is a kind of maze and I keep seeking the exit or the home. Yet if I could listen to the bulldog courage of those children and turn inward into the plague of my soul with more eyes than the stars I could melt the darkness— as suddenly as that time when an awful headache goes away or someone puts out the fire— and stop the darkness and its amputations and find the real McCoy in the private holiness of my hands.”
— Anne Sexton, the last stanza of “The Children” from Awful Rowing Toward God
“Screaming mostly I like to dance dark woods stony hills lonely & moody god I can scream floating piped tunes mantle for protected onces are] possibly “all” etc. You always “take me to yr hearts” moon lit sweet after unearthly whiskered tree-love trusted with my small horns mother-scorn Such a mood flower sequined feet padding about No I do not want to see pictures of your white progeny”
— Hoa Nguyen, Screaming
Tongues Untied (1989), Marlon T. Riggs
Tongues Untied (Marlon Riggs, 1989)