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“My breathing is a tide, love doesn’t die.”
— Etel Adnan, from Night (Nightboat Books, 2016)
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“Is not the most erotic portion of the body where the garment gapes? In perversion (which is the realm of textual pleasure) there are no “erogenous zones.” […] It is intermittence, as psychoanalysis has so rightly stated, which is erotic; the intermittence of skin flashing between two articles of clothing (trousers and sweater), between two edges (the open-necked shirt, the glove and the sleeve); it is this flash which seduces, or rather: the staging of an appearance-as-disappearance.”
— Roland Barthes, The Pleasure of the Text
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“Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, A Nice Quiet Place
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“Here I possessed nothing in the world. I was no more than a mortal strayed between sand and stars, conscious of the single blessing of breathing. And yet I discovered myself filled with dreams.”
— Antoine de Saint-Exupery
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“I write to you from the other side of the shadow I write to you so I do not vanish so the words reveal me so you hear more than the void”
— Roselyne Sibille, from “I Write to You from the Other Side of the Shadow”, translated by Karthika Naïr
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“Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything, That’s how the light gets in.”
— Leonard Cohen (via meanderingwind)
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I leave, I leave— At the end of this story, I walk into the sea and it chooses not to drown me.
— Jihyun Yun, from "The Leaving Season," Some Are Always Hungry
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“Elegance is not standing out, but being remembered.”
— Giorgio Armani
Anonymous asked:
Watch "Palm Springs" on Hulu, pls
Sorry that I'm only just now getting to this! But, I did it and it was pretty good! As you probably know, aspects of this movie felt very close to me. Even down to Cristin Milioti's appearance. Thus, making it hard to watch at times. Life is crazy.
I liked how fresh it felt, despite Groundhog's Day and everything it inspired. The humor was fresh, which is always appreciated! And I'm glad Nyles realized that he needed to be with Sarah in the bomb. I lost one of the best friends I've ever had cuz by the time I made sense of things she'd already gone on. Aaaanyway, thanks for the recommendation and feel free to break my heart with more.
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that Brian Eno quote about how whatever you find most repulsive about a medium (film grain, record scratches/fuzz, CDs skipping) will be the first thing you try and emulate once that medium is obsolete because it's "the sign of a moment too powerful for the medium assigned to contain it".... man.......
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“Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.” -Brian Eno
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“Dark, liquid loveliness of words half dimly understood.”
— Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via luthienne)
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“A sacred solitude lay before me, deadly and yet fascinating,”
— Nikos Kazantzakis, tr. by Carl Wildman, from “Zorba the Greek,” wr. c. 1946 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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“Night is a history of longing, and you are my night.”
— Mahmoud Darwish, from A River Dies of Thirst; She Said to Him.
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“So be it. I am a wholeness I’ll never know. Maybe that’s the best.”
— Hayden Carruth, from “Five Short Shorts” (via tumbleword)
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“Come this evening—I am eager for stars, (…)”
— Renée Vivien, from A Woman Appeared To Me [translated by Jeannette H. Foster] (via adrasteiax)
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The sunflower swivels its shadow.
Nathan Hoks, from “The Barbed Wire Nest” (via the-final-sentence)
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“August evenings are especially stricken with melancholy - as if the ghosts of all past summers came rushing to haunt my heart”
from Letters of Summer Past (Listy Tamtego Lata) VI