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“I am the history of the rejection of who I am.”

— June Jordan, from ‘Poem about My Rights’ featured in Directed by Desire: The Collected Poems of June Jordan

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If you focus on failure, you can never succeed. If you focus on being hurt in a relationship, you can never be loved.Whatever you focus on, you create.

John Assaraf (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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Study to “Song of Songs V”, 1965, Marc Chagall

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“You are what divides you. Stream on, come back wise, in a new form for departing.”

— Ingeborg Bachmann, from In the Storm of Roses: Selected Poems; Great Landscape Near Vienna. (via xshayarsha)

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Robert Kushner - The Queen in Her Boudoir, 2019

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Takashi Murakami (b. 1962) New day: Kaikai and Kiki, Faces All-Over, 2011 signed and dated ‘TAKASHI 2011’ (on the overlap) acrylic and platinum leaf on canvas mounted on aluminum frame 70 x 70 in. (177.8 x 177.8 cm.)

Image courtesy Christies

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Lee Krasner

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How could I have tolerated that state of mind, day after day, month after month—perpetually stimulated, perpetually whipped up into emotions that my mind was meanwhile quietly and desperately protesting against?

Doris Lessing, Prisons We Choose to Live Inside

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Edward Hopper, Rooms by the Sea, 1951, Oil on canvas

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Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.

The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald

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You see I think everything’s terrible anyhow. Everybody thinks so—the most advanced people. And I know. I’ve been everywhere and seen everything... Sophisticated—God, I’m sophisticated!

Daisy Buchanan, The Great Gatsby

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My impression changed depending on the day. When people photograph an object, they often put a pack of cigarettes next to it to give the viewer a sense of the object’s actual size, but the pack of cigarettes next to the images in my memory expanded and contracted, depending on my mood at the time. Like the objects and events in constant flux, or perhaps in opposition to them, what should have been a fixed yardstick inside the framework of my memory seemed instead to be in perpetual motion.

Haruki Murakami, Killing Commendatore

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Jeff Wall

Summer Afternoons

2013, LightJet prints

2 parts, left: 72 × 83 ½ inches (183 × 212.4 cm), right: 78 ¾ × 98 ⅝ inches (200 × 250.5 cm)

Courtesy the artist and Gagosian Gallery