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Come all ye faithless young and crazy victims of love. Come the lowlife and the highborn all ye upside-down shitasses. Bring your own light. Come in. Be lost. Be still.

—C.D. Wright, from "The Secret Life of Musical Instruments"

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Leonora Carrington, April 6, 1917 – May 25, 2011.

With André Breton, Marcel Duchamp, and Max Ernst, who are standing behind Morris Hirshfield’s Nude at the Window (Hot Night in July). 1942 photo by Hermann Landshoff.

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“do you think there is anywhere, in any language, a word billowing enough for the pleasure that fills you, as the sun reaches out, as it warms you as you stand there, empty-handed—”

— Mary Oliver, “The Sun”

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The House Is Black (1963, dir. Forugh Farrokhzad)

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[...] — I tell myself but Louise you are not going to kill yourself it is not necessary, you are strong enough now to push suicide away – this thought makes me snap out of a nightmare. I am convinced but Louise you don’t owe anything to anyone You no longer have debts, you do not have debts – You can close the door and chase claims from your conscience; You made yourself a victim of your own masochism; You want to expiate crimes that do not exist – You do not have to die for Anyone – This realization is a revelation

— Louise Bourgeois

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Portrait du Docteur Gachet, 1890. Vincent van Gogh. Oil on canvas.

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verso books has made books on palestine, mass protests, and student rebellions free to download on their website

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Cy Twombly, Scenes from an Ideal Marriage, 1986

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from "11 POEMS—TITLES BY AZIZ SHIHAB—FROM HIS NOTEBOOKS" as featured in Naomi Shihab Nye's Transfer: Poems

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The Conversation, study 1, 2023

Jess Allen

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It's the beauty within us that makes it possible for us to recognize the beauty around us. The question is not what you look at but what you see. Henry David Thoreau

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Untitled, Henri Michaux

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Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (trans. Ibrahim Muhawi) [ID'd]

on context: "[set during] the 1982 Israeli invasion of Lebanon and the shelling of Beirut [...] Memory for Forgetfulness is an extended reflection on the invasion and its political and historical dimensions. It is also a journey into personal and collective memory. What is the meaning of exile? What is the role of the writer in time of war? What is the relationship of writing (memory) to history (forgetfulness)?" (source)

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Yuzen-painted geisha hikizuri.  Late-Meiji era (1890-1912).  This is a remarkable antique hikizuri - geisha dancing dress - with its vivid hawk, wave and pine motifs vividly created utilizing masterful yuzen-painting, sumi e painting, and silk and metallic embroidery. 48" from sleeve-end to sleeve-end x 67" height. In Japan, the hawk and pine tree in combination usually represents the power and longevity of the Tokugawa shogun. The Tokugawa shogunate was a feudal regime of Japan established by Tokugawa Ieyasu and ruled by the shoguns of the Tokugawa family. This period is known as the Edo period and gets its name from the capital city, Edo, which now is called Tokyo. The Tokugawa shogunate ruled from Edo Castle from 1603 until 1868, when it was abolished during the Meiji Restoration.  The Kimono Gallery.

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If you persevere, in time you will have an entirely different problem – not that life is meaningless, but rather that life has almost too much meaning. As the scales fall from your eyes the world rushes into focus, presenting itself with a kind of vibrational eloquence that can, at first, be almost overwhelming. Everything shimmers, everything clarifies, everything wrestles for your attention. Trees feel super-real, their roots plunged into the earth, their branches stretching to the sky, birds are flesh and blood souls, fragile with life, the sky unfolds and rolls, the ocean crashes, people fascinate, books are beautiful, children are whirling dynamos of chaos, dogs bark and cats meow, flowers shout, your neighbour glows, and God runs like a helix through all things. The world awaits you, humming with meaning. You are alive with potential. You are not dead.

— Nick Cave on getting clean, Red Hand Files #258

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Angelito Mexicano, Chalma, Mexico, Photo by Graciela Iturbide, 1984

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Anne Carson, from Autobiography of Red