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Grief

ref photo by @jawsstone

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Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.

#poetry #dover beach #matthew arnold

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The Atelier 'Luminous Reverie' fall 2024 couture

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shamelessly knee-deep in your fantasy / to stay up late collecting battle scars / it's hard on the body, hard on the heart / and I can't fight the rage, the pleasure and the pain / you feel the need to please in every way / it’s a game and it's an art / that’s hard on the body, hard on the heart

#kingsborough #hard on the heart #lyrics #music #1544 #Spotify

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Natalie Wee, Least of all

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The Princess Bride (1987) dir. Rob Reiner

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𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐯𝐞

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you put your hands on me and I learn the words I didn't know before

#lyrics #music #katatonia #deliberation #the great cold distance #Spotify

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Densely Heaving Lines Meet at Mountainous Junctures in Lee Hyun Joung’s Paintings

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keep going

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Introduction to The Iliad, Emily Wilson

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Heather McHugh, What Hell Is

March 1985

Your father waits inside his spacious kitchen; he himself is corpulent, and powerless. Nobody seems to know exactly how your illness spreads; it came from love, or some such place. Your father’s bought,

with forty years of fast talk, door to door, this fancy house you’ve come home now to die in. Let me tell you what hell is, he turns to me: I got this double fridge, all full of food, and I can’t let my son go in. * Your parents' friends stop visiting. You are a damper on their spirits. Every day you feel

more cold (no human being here can bear the thought—it's growing huge as you grow thin). Ain't it a bitch, you joke, this

getting old? I'm not sure I should laugh; no human being helps, except

(suddenly, simply)

Jesus. Him you hold. * We're not allowed to touch you if you weep or bleed. Applying salve to sores that cannot heal your brother wears a rubber glove. With equal meaning, cold or kiss could kill you. Now what do I mean by love? * The man who used to love his looks is sunk in bone and looking out.

Framed by immunities of telephone and lamp his mouth is shut, his eyes are dark.

While we discuss despair he is it, somewhere in the house. Increasingly he's spoken of, not

with. In kitchen conferences, we come to terms that we can bear. But where

is he? In hell, which is the living room. In hell, which has an easy chair.

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La Jument lighthouse, France

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tan fuerte que piensas que nadie te puede tocar…

#lyrics #music #maldito duende #heroes del silencio #Spotify

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Alma Nungarrayi Granites  |  Yanjirlpirri Jukurrpa – Seven Sisters Dreaming

Alma Nungurrayi Granites paints the great Warlpiri story of the Seven Sisters Dreaming, telling the narrative of the ancestral Napaljarri sisters who are found in the night sky in the star cluster known as the Pleiades, in the constellation Taurus. The Pleiades are seven women often depicted in paintings of this Jukurrpa carrying the Jampijinpa man Wardilyka, who is in love with the Napaljarri-warnu and who is represented in the Orion’s Belt cluster of stars. Jukurra-jukurra, the morning star, is a Jakamarra man who is also in love with the seven Napaljarri sisters and is often shown chasing them across the night sky. In a final attempt to escape from the Jakamarra, the Napaljarri-warnu turned themselves into fire and ascended to the heavens to become stars. (x)

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Zuhair Murad Spring/Summer 2024