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Gounod's Faust (Teatr Wielki, Warsaw, 2008), dir. Robert Wilson

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Museo Fortuny

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Andrzej Zulawski - The Devil (1972)

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Florence and The Machine, from “Caught“

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The Blessed Angela of Foligno by Maryanne Bilham

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Somewhere, anywhere, nowhere

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Anne Sexton, Transformations; from 'Hansel and Gretel'

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germain louvet by jaime huidobro for cap 74024

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“the ending is always the same”

war of the foxes - richard silken / waterloo - ABBA / euripides’ medea - the little theatre / anne carson / the three fates - luca cambiaso / the oresteia - aeschylus / road to hell II - hadestown / when i met you - mira lightner / andersen’s fairy tale anthology

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authenticlovemag

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Mural of a flying figure in the House of the Vettii, Carlo Brogi (1850–1925)

Photograph taken circa 1900, before modern restoration.

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collage by francisca pageo

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“If bites inflict prophecy, tear my flesh with your teeth. If you see the future in my blood, wait first. Don’t tell me. I want to know the future but I also want it to be a surprise. Heaven or hell. Love in so many words. Or maybe war. Or just disease, hunger. Terrible, terrible hunger. The future keeps the owl’s head turning around the fragile axle of its small body, my hands from plumbing the canyons & rough scratch of your thighs. The urge to know is overwhelming. My eyes will rupture at the mere suggestion of ecstasy. Tonight I will be good & silent. At sunrise I will sing I am open, I am open, I am free. But I won’t be. Not while you mesmerize me with your thick biceps & whatever words in whatever language you tattooed on them. I already know where this union is heading: the rain wetting my tongue, the earth dirty between my small, ugly toes. I want your body to tell me something I don’t know, a different future written on the skin, not inside the mouth of a deer resting its head against the hollow cough of a hunting rifle.”

- Tory Adkisson, Oracle to Oracle.

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“… you seek my heart. Hunt all you want. Beneath each skin of mine Lies another skin.”

— Suji Kwock Kim, from “Monologue for an Onion,” Notes from the Divided Country (via lifeinpoetry)

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Michael Kenna: Confessionals/Abruzzo. Source

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Marie-Ange Todorovitch and Janice Watson in La clemenza di Tito. Antwerp, 1998.

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François Marius Granet (French, 1775-1849)