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Pretty boy consumed by death.

Anaïs Nin, to Henry Miller, d. March 26, 1932, from A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, (1932-1953)

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flower — life 花人生, 2002, Nobuyoshi Araki.

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Jean Renoir - The Crime of Monsieur Lange (1936)

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erotism: death and sensuality, georges bataille

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Anne Carson, from Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

Text ID: Two hundred and ten million years of desire wash through me. Blood-eater.

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Aussi loin que la science recule ses frontières, et sur tout l’arc étendu de ces frontières, on entendra courir encore la meute chasseresse du poète. Car si la poésie n’est pas, comme on l’a dit, « le réel absolu », elle en est bien la plus proche convoitise et la plus proche, appréhension, à cette limite extrême de complicité ou le réel dans le poème semble s’informer lui-même.

Saint-John Perse

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the theatre and its double, antonin artaud

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Your ghost inseparable from my shadow

Ted Hughes, Birthday Letters; from ‘A Picture of Otto’

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"He who is unfamiliar with depression, who never feels his soul being broken by his body, invaded by its weakness, is incapable of gaining any insight into man. One must go below, must look at the underside. One must be no longer able to move, to hope, to believe, in order to perceive."

-Jacques Riviere (in a letter to Antonin Artaud)