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Salon de Locomotion Aerienne, Grand Palais, Paris, 1909

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/ Kati Horna, Leonora Carrington (Ode to Nechrophilia Series), Mexico City, 1962

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/ Beuford Smith, Paul Chambers, John Coltrane, 1970

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Robert Frank, Interior with Pablo (The Photographer’s Son), 1956

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Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter featured in "Letters of Fyodor Michailovitch Dostoevsky to his Family & Friends,"

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Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter featured in "Letters of Fyodor Michailovitch Dostoevsky to his Family & Friends,"

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Beth Gibbons | Portishead ❤️

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Portishead - Dummy (1994)

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Every once in a while I remember Anne Carson's If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho, and I have to go crazy and read it all in one sitting. Anyway, have a few choice Sappho fragments:

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― Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet

[text ID: To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.]

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When I desire you a part of me is gone: your lack is my lack. I would not be in want of you unless you had partaken of me, the lover reasons. 

Anne Carson, from ‘Eros the Bittersweet: An Essay’

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Anne Carson riding the ghost of Simone Weil attentively.

Anne Carson from Economy of the Unlost, viii

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Eros the Bittersweet, Anne Carson

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Anne Carson quoting Simone Weil in Decreation

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To create pleasure and pain at once is the novelist’s aim. 

Anne Carson, from ‘Eros the Bittersweet: An Essay’

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Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief […] Grief and rage — you need to contain that, to put a frame around it, where it can play itself out without you or your kin having to die […] Do you want to go down to the pits of yourself all alone? Not much. What if an actor could do it for you? Isn’t that why they are called actors? They act for you […] The actor, by reiterating you, sacrifices a moment of his own life in order to give you a story of yours.

- Anne Carson: Preface to Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides