Weekend Poetry

Les éditions derrière la salle de bains

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Art par Leonora Carrington

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Burt Glinn, New York, 1959

[jaime-lannisters]

Eurylochus: What was the song of the sirens like? Odysseus: All the things you wanted to be and then all the things you wished you never wished for. It was a delicious itch you want to scratch but you find it under the skin and can't reach it. So the delicious itch becomes unbearable. It told you what you most want is what you most can't have and that the most you can't have is what you already had and lost. It was a song of all the promises I failed to keep. And it told me I don't really want to go home.

THE ODYSSEY (2026) dir. Christopher Nolan

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[70sscifiart]

Moebius

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Eliot’s Books (Toronto, Canada) Gustavo Thomas

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[oldwinesoul]

I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.

// Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

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[henk-heijmans]

Man reading a book with sika deers, Nara Park, Mount Wakakusa, Japan, 1960's - by Hans Silvester (1938), German

[lostfunzones]

“What a strange girl you are… Flung out of space.”