EAT YOU UP WHOLE.

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T. S. Eliot, from Selected Poems & Plays: 1909 - 1950; “Fragment of an Agon,”

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If I Had A Heart by Fever Ray except it’s 1692 and you’re watching a witch burn at the stake after she promised to rise from the ashes the following day to hunt down her executioners. As the flames lick her skin the woman doesn’t cry, doesn’t scream, but seems to project her laments into the wind in the form of the song. You’re not afraid.

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TERRY PRATCHETT x DRAGAN BIBIN

A Slip Of The Keyboard: Collected Non-Fiction (2014);

Pull (2015), oil painting on wood, 39.4” x 31.5” x 2”

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Do I care if I survive this? Bury the dead where they’re found.

In a veil of great surprises, I wonder, did you love me at all?

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The Lure (Córki dancingu) 2015, dir. Agnieszka Smoczyńska

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A decade of cutting away dead flesh, cauterizing old scars ripped open over and over and still it is not enough.

Adrienne Rich, Toward the Solstice

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this uncomfortable tension / between me and God.

Zaid Shlah, from “Thirty-Three Beads on a String,” Inclined to Speak: An Anthology of Contemporary Arab American Poetry

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Keep your distance, okay? Step number one: you’re gonna take the gun off line, right? Off line, right? Push hard. All right, now step two: go for that wrist, all right? Get control. Underneath. Go for the joint. Joints are weakest. Use your legs, get underneath and twist.

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Enrique Lihn, tr. by Jonathan Cohen, from The Dark Room: Poems; “The Dark Room,” 

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So said I, and still say the same; ⁠still, to my death, will say— three gods, within this little frame, ⁠are warring night and day; heaven could not hold them all, and yet ⁠they all are held in me;

Emily Brontë, from The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë; The Philosopher. 

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Two Old Ones Eating Soup / The Witchy Brew, 1823, Francisco Goya

Medium: oil,canvas

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“Only at night do I feel like a human being. Only at night do I feel whole and calm. Only at night do I feel protected from this world, this noise, this crowd, these problems,”

Nika Turbina, quoted in “Why Did the lives of Russian Child Prodigies End So Tragically?,”

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Nell Dorr (1893–1988)  [Light abstraction photogram], ca. 1950s–60s  Gelatin silver print Gift of the Estate of Nell Dorr

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current mood: boris pasternak in letters

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I can only speak about happiness from hearsay.

Emil Cioran (1911-1985), from “Tears and Saints” (1937), translated from the Romanian by Ilinca Zarifopol-Johnston

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Marketa Lazarová (1967)