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​“The wild animal removed from its forest home sleeps, dreams of the equator of its birth, trembles in its sleep, its dream of sunlight, weeps.”
Marguerite Duras, from “The Ravishing of Lol Stein,” published c. 1964
Fragment of a painted mummy shroud
Imperial, Roman, Egyptian
Late 2nd–3rd century A.D.Â
Morocco.El Kelaa.Valley of Rose.1981
“Transparence interests me, wrote Louise Bourgeois in a notebook. I want to be transparent. If people could see through me, they could not help loving me, forgive me.”
— Nuar Alsadir, from Fourth Person Singular
Hypochondria has never really forgiven Zeus for not asking her to help make language for the humans. There are too few words for “stop,” she thinks. People need at least one for when it’s playful, one for when it prevents pain.
— Emily Paige Wilson, from “Hypochondria, Least Powerful of the Greek Gods (iii),” published in The Cortland Review
“Poetry made visible what my body already knew.”
— Andrés Cerpa, from “Therefore,” published in Ploughshares
“She dreams and reads, aloud because it is good aloud, with only the sun listening in a great core of golden silence.”
— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Gordon Lameyer wr. c. February 1954
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Bruno Barbey. Thailand. Bangkok. Marketing along Sukhumvit Road, selling orchids. 1994.
India. Bikaner. Rajasthan. 1985. Bruno Barbey.
“In the old days, if someone had a secret they didn’t want to share… You know what they did? They went up a mountain, found a tree, carved a hole in it, and whispered the secret into the hole. Then they covered it with mud. And leave the secret there forever.”
― In the Mood for Love (2000) dir. Wong Kar-wai
“maybe I mistake the violence for home”
— Julian Randall, from “Leslie Odom Jr. Sings Obama’s Anger on NPR” published in The Adroit Journal