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from the way i look after i’m split open you’d never know: i was born a baby.
chaim soutine, carcass of beef & flayed rabbit / daphne gottlieb, slut
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So
I search within And more I know That strange I am The more I grow --
If I should wince Or beg to try To overlook Then I would lie
Now I am sure That habit's mode Has turned me off the righteous road.
Though when I lie I lie in soul -- An actor's heart I live my role
If I be false then I be true To recognize the falseness, too.
Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait in Letters
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“Books are not made to be believed, but to be subjected to inquiry. When we consider a book, we mustn’t ask ourselves what it says but what it means.”
— Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose
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I really like the word “smitten”. because at first glance you just think of sappy lovey-dovey stuff but also you have to remember this is a word that’s born of the word “smite.” a devastating word. a word that, summarized, means stricken. smitten means stricken as well — struck with devastating affection.
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this body is not a home
jody chan sick (via @geryone) \ edward hopper interior, model reading (1925) \ olivia laing the lonely city (via @soracities) \ joan didion on self-respect (via @girlfictions) \ dion palinckx (2019) \ james tate selected poems (via @heartshop) \ @artofbrianluong \ olivia laing the lonely city (via @soracities) \ edvard munch self-portrait in hell
shout me a chai latte
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How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.
David Foster Wallace, from ‘The Pale King’
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— vladimir nabokov, in a letter to his wife [24 march 1937] from letters to véra (trans. olga voronina & brian boyd)
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natalie diaz, postcolonial love poem; “my brother, my wound” / anne carson the beauty of the husband; “i dedicate this book to keats”
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OK HERE IT IS + speculative colorways
will be printed in the next couple weeks
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What goes too long unchanged destroys itself. The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives.
—Tales From Earthsea: Dragonfly, by Ursula Le Guin
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The Minotaur Takes a Cigarette Break, Steven Sherrill (2000)
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