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Brave, unconcerned, mocking, violent--thus wisdom wants us: she is a woman, and loves only a warrior.

Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (1885). Part I, Chapter 7, "On Reading and Writing"

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»Porträtgalerie«, 1992. Roman Signer

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a photo for the ghosts [they will understand].

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Diptych: Marine & Régales enn Loire Joseph Fraisse & Carl Srna France & Austria, 1894

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Joseph Beuys, Blitzschlag mit Lichtschein auf Hirsch (Lightning with Stag in its Glare), 1958-1985

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I’ve often lost myself in order to find the burn that keeps everything awake.

Federico García Lorca [many times]

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prayer tracings: music in the air. [smoke, dust, a filament, a line]

Paper sculptures by Peter Gentenaar

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Loreena McKennitt, Dark Night of the Soul, de La Noche Oscura por el padre fray Juan de la Cruz

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Comparisons are odious, Smith...

Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums

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walking on the surface of a dream. 

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"The whole room trembles, expands, contracts, moves a few centimeters to the right or left, up or down, all the while keeping its cubical shape. Horizontals and verticals intersect at several points, all in vague confusion, but governed by some higher law, maintaining an equilibrium that prevents the walls from collapsing and the ceiling from tilting or falling. This equilibrium is due no doubt to the regular movement of the crossbeams, for they, too, seem to glide from right to left, up and down, along with their shadows, without friction or effort, as lightly as over water."

-- Danilo Kiš, Hourglass, 1973

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A big smooch from yours in deepest mourning--Skunk in a (very blue) Funk

Reinaldo Arenas, The Colour of Summer, 2000.