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@zordanne
btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit
when kafka said ‘you wouldn’t believe the kind of person I could become if you wanted it’ and when brontë said ‘if you ever looked at me with what I know is in you, I would be your slave’ and when Sartre said ‘if I’ve got to suffer it may as well be at your hands’
A Burst of Light, Audre Lorde
& before you live you must remember that night is always falling somewhere in the world. Someday autumn could be just another hole that winter empties into. Remember me for this hunger I brought you into. That your warm body has never lived without me.
— Michael Wasson, from "[Untitled]," Swallowed Light
Museum Hours (2012), Dir. Jem Cohen
From Leonard Cohen’s final letter to his dying muse, Marianne Ihlen. She died in July 2016, and Cohen followed her shortly after, dying in November 2016.
“Well Marianne it’s come to this time when we are really so old and our bodies are falling apart and I think I will follow you very soon. Know that I am so close behind you that if you stretch out your hand, I think you can reach mine. And you know that I’ve always loved you for your beauty and your wisdom, but I don’t need to say anything more about that because you know all about that. But now, I just want to wish you a very good journey. Goodbye old friend. Endless love, see you down the road.”
— Leonard Cohen
Janet Fish (American b.1938 ), Five Tall Glasses, Afternoon, 1975, Oil on canvas
“She peels an orange, separates it in perfect halves, and gives one of them to me. If I could wear it like a friendship bracelet, I would. Instead I swallow it section by section and tell myself it means even more this way. To chew and to swallow in silence with her. To taste the same thing in the same moment.”
— We Are Okay, Nina Lacour
Ad Reinhardt painting at the Museum of Modern Art, 1964. Photos by Burt Glinn.
“We drag these bodies around with us, these bodies that have nothing at all to do with you, with me, with who we really are, these bodies that give us pleasure and pain. Thought I’ve learned how to abandon mine at will, it seems to me we never free ourselves completely until we love, when we lose ourselves inside each other. Then we see a little of what is called heaven.”
— Sandra Cisneros, from “Eyes of Zapata,” Daughters of the Fifth Sun: A Collection of Latina Fiction and Poetry, eds. Bryce Milligan, Mary Guerrero Milligan, and Angela de Hoyos (Riverhead Books, 1995)
Marian Engel, from Notebooks: "Ah, Mon Cahier, čoute"
Text ID: Why do we want this intimacy, this destructive nearness? Both of us are cannibals, we will destroy the wholeness, thus the object, yet we eat, eat, destroy.
Zbigniew Herbert, from The Collected Poems: 1956-1998; “Study of the Object”
Text ID: the depths of the inner eye / the iris of necessity / the pupil of death
