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A somber chasm, then a great fall, then a desperate jerk to try to escape at any cost from the chaos…￼
– Ismail Kadare, Agamemnon’s Daughter
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Rainer Maria Rilke, Book of Hours: Love Poems to God; from ‘Du wirst nur mit der Tat erfaßt’, tr. Anita Barrows & Joanna Macy
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“Memory weaves and traps us at the same time according to a scheme in which we do not participate: we should never speak of our memory, for it is anything but ours; it works on its own terms, it assists us while deceiving us or perhaps deceives us to assist us.”
— Julio Cortazar
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British publisher, author and founder of Pinguin Books
Alain Badiou from In Praise of Love (full text here)
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“Diego had never seen the sea. His father, Santiago Kovadloff, took him to discover it.
They went south.
The ocean lay beyond high sand dunes, waiting.
When the child and his father finally reached the dunes after much walking, the ocean exploded before their eyes.
And so immense was the sea and its sparkle that the child was struck dumb by the beauty of it.
And when he finally managed to speak, trembling, stuttering, he asked his father:
‘Help me to see!’”
— Eduardo Galeano, “The Function of Art”, The Book of Embraces (1989)
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Twilight of the Gods
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please follow me - jean baudrillard
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Mark Strand, from “From the Academy of Revelations,” featured in The New Republic, August 3, 1992
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I listen to Mozart, I gather the spring flowers, wandering in the sun.￼
— Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept
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Leonard Cohen - You Got Me Singing
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Denise Levertov, from The Stream & The Sapphire; “Standoff”
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I kept going through the forest.
I thought, writing is a solitary act, but what does "solitary" mean?￼
– Hélène Cixous, The Book of Promethea
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With his index finger he used to write on the air …
César Vallejo, from “With His Index Finger He Used to Write on the Air …,” transl. Lillian Lowenfels and Nan Braymer, My Lost Poets by Philip Levine (Alfred A. Knopf, 2016)
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American poet Amy Clampitt
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[…] memories which might remember, in the same way, any other love story. Memories that distort. That create.
Marguerite Duras, from India Song (Grove Press, 1994; first published 1973)
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“It is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence - that which makes its truth, its meaning - its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream - alone…”
- Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness (1899)
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"all my life i've felt as if i were waiting in a train station." – andrei tarkovsky
1. john berger, 2. @antropomorfisme, 3 + 5. gregory alan isakov, 4. maurice (1987, dir. james ivory + d.p pierre lhomme), 6. adam muise, 7. shinji moon, 8. @ashleyfrostart, 9. louise glück, 10. the 1975
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Finnish author Peter Sandelin