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Georges Bataille, Erotism: Death & Sensuality

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22/11/23

"I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.""

- Lewis Carroll; Through the Looking-glass

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Crying for a Vision

by Jim Janda

To cry for a vision is a sacred task

after hearing a holyman after taking a sweat bath with sage and sweet grass

one must climb a mountain alone—

here a song may be heard here a vision may be given here a dance may be learned—

one must then leave the mountain

to sing the song to live the vision to begin the dance

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“The rose-light / and heavy face of sweetness”

— Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen, from Marine Rose; “Winter Poetry”

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Apollo 16 ultraviolet photo of Earth taken from the surface of the Moon [1026x1024]

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under my post of “the patience of ordinary things” by pat schneider i’m cryinggggg

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Angela Davis & Ursula K Le Guin, visionary women for a hopeful future

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Phillip Marsden, The Summer Isles, on the inherent magic of the land as text.

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I was compelled to write a poem for the first time today cause it was on my heart.

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“Letters from Medea”- Salma Deera

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Sujata Bhatt, from “Parvati”, Collected Poems

[Text ID: “If this myth is alive for me then why isn’t it for you? How does a myth stay alive? How many people does one need in order to keep a myth alive?”]

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“–I want to draw the earth. –Draw it, my darling. –I have. –And who is this? –She is my friend. –And where is the earth? –In her handbag.”

— Dunya Mikhail, from ‘The Artist Child’, The War Works Hard (trans. Elizabeth Winslow)

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“To kiss a forehead is to erase worry”

by Marina Tsvetaeva

To kiss a forehead is to erase worry. I kiss your forehead. To kiss the eyes is to lift sleeplessness. I kiss your eyes. To kiss the lips is to drink water. I kiss your lips. To kiss a forehead is to erase memory. I kiss your forehead.

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Haiku

by Bashō

a riverside cottage raking up tea leaves after a storm

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today I saw a woman so beautiful that I only dared to look at her once.

I looked at her once and then was too afraid to look the second time, and so I just tried to keep my heart still in my chest and quietly sneaked out, not looking at her again.

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THERE IS A LIGHT AND IT NEVER GOES OUT:

I. "I Still Don't Know Your Name" by Maria Eugenia Bravo, (August, 1991) translated by Dinah Livingstone | II. The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012) dir. Stephen Chbosky | III. "Goodbye" by Bob Hicok | IV. La Femme Rousse (2015) by Julie Pieffer | V. "Thank You When I'm an Axe" from Bute: Poems by Emily Skaja | VI. Dare Alla Luce by Amy Friend | VI. "Anthem" from The Future (1992) by Leonard Cohen | VIII. Carol (2015) dir. Todd Haynes | IX. "Daguerreotype in Old Age" (1976) by Margaret Atwood | X. Egon Schiele | XI. Paris 9:21 pm (2015) by Leonardo Pucci | XII. Fruit of Life by Megan Reiker | XIII. Vincent Van Gogh