BEAUTIFUL, VIOLENT, VULGAR.

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A GHOST STORY 2017 — dir. David Lowery

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“When I kissed her I was so full of desire between one kiss and another that I felt I would lose her if we stopped kissing.”

— Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Ibrahim Muhawi, from “Journal of an Ordinary Grief,”

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wood engraving today

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before sunrise (1995)

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Luca Ponsato - Does Anyone See My Suffering

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Franz Kafka, 1912

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C.G. Jung, from Memories, Dreams, Reflections

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The Dancer (2012) by Amy Stauffer

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“My crime was feeling everything too deeply, my punishment was surviving it.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

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Carrie Fountain, from Burn Lake; “Experience”

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[text: When I think of everything I've wanted I feel sick.]

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Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible. 

Carl Jung, “Memories, Dreams, Reflections”

I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. 

Franz Kafka, “Letters to Milena”

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It’s so hard to speak and say things that cannot be said. It’s so silent.

—Clarice Lispector, Agua Viva

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“There is something at the bottom of every new human thought, every thought of genius, or even every earnest thought that springs up in any brain, which can never be communicated to others, even if one were to write volumes about it and were explaining one’s idea for thirty-five years; there’s something left which cannot be induced to emerge from your brain, and remains with you forever; and with it you will die, without communicating to anyone perhaps the most important of your ideas.”― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot

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Mary Oliver, "When Did It Happen?", Felicity

[theoptia]

Clarice Lispector, from Selected Cronicas

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Autumn Butterfly Collage, 2025-10-23