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“I do nothing but search and not find. That’s how I waste my nights.”

— Alejandra Pizarnik, from “01 May 1972,” of Uncollected Poems  (1962-1972), Selected Poems, transl. by Cecilia Rossi (Waterloo Press, 2010)

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I’ve never been out of Andalucia, I speak only one language, and I’ve had only one man. Maybe that’s why I want so much to keep him. Linda Darnell as Carmen Espinosa in Blood and Sand (1941) dir. Rouben Mamoulian

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From Homer’s Odyssey.

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Girl with flowers, Joaquín Sorolla

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‘clair de lune’ by debussy but you’re wandering down the halls of your wealthy reclusive uncle’s grand and empty mansion trying to find who’s playing the piano because you haven’t seen another soul for weeks except your reflection in the mirror (youtube)

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Mary Shelley ― Mathilda

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Stone Butch Blues, Leslie Feinberg

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Godesses of night in paintings

Auguste Raynaud (French, 1854–1937)

Auguste-Alexandre Hirsch (French, 1833-1912)

François-Léon Bénouville (French, 1821-1859)

Americo Pedro (Brazilian, 1843-1905)

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— Charles Baudelaire, from Heauton Timoroumenos; Les Fleurs du Mal (tr. by Richard Howard), 1857

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“There is something joyous in the elegies Of birds. They seem Caught up in a formal delight, Though the mourning dove whistles of despair.”

— Galway Kinnell, from “Flower Herding on Mount Monadnock” A New Selected Poetry (Houghton Mifflin, 2000)

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Henry Fonda and Barbara Stanwyck in The Lady Eve (1941)

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Alcide-Théophile Robaudi (detail)

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July 1, 1914, The Diaries Of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923

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Alain Delon and Romy Schneider. March, 1961

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moths are precious

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early morning mist