i step outside for a smoke and it’s obvious the world is ending. someone let the poets out and they’re eating all of the birds.
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Group IX-SUW, The Swan, No. 1 (1915), Hilma af Klint
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pattern recognition girl final moments
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Anne Carson, from Autobiography of Red
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Andy Lovell(British, b.1964)
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Kerry James Marshall
Study for ‘Slow Dance’ (1992)
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James Baldwin, from Giovanni’s Room
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”One of these days,” he said. “Everything bad will happen—one of these days.” “Why is it bad?”
He smiled, “Why, you will go home and then you will find that home is not home anymore. Then you will really be in trouble. As long as you stay here, you can always think: One day I will go home.” He played with my thumb and grinned. “N’est-ce pas?”
“Beautiful logic,” I said. “You mean I have a home to go to as long as I don’t go there?”
He laughed. “Well, isn’t it true? You don’t have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you never can go back.”
“I seem,” I said, “to have heard this song before.”
“Ah, yes,” said Giovanni, “and you will certainly hear it again. It is one of those songs that somebody somewhere will always be singing.
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Meeting the Man: James Baldwin in Paris 1970 – directed by Terence Dixon
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Dmitri Cavander, Ferry, August 2017, Oil on canvas
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these are so don draper coded to me
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the house by Warsan Shire
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When this kind of fire starts, it is very hard to put out. The tender boughs of innocence burn first, and the wind rises, and then all goodness is in jeopardy.
TWIN PEAKS: FIRE WALK WITH ME (1992) dir. David Lynch
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Foyer - Michael Banning , 2022.
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[“When I used to teach creative writing, I would tell the students to make their characters want something right away—even if it’s only a glass of water. Characters paralyzed by the meaningless of modern life still have to drink water from time to time. One of my students wrote a story about a nun who got a piece of dental floss stuck between her lower left molars, and who couldn’t get it out all day long. I thought that was wonderful. The story dealt with issues a lot more important than dental floss, but what kept readers going was anxiety about when the dental floss would finally be removed. Nobody could read that story without fishing around in his mouth with a finger. Now, there’s an admirable practical joke for you. When you exclude plot, when you exclude anyone’s wanting anything, you exclude the reader, which is a mean-spirited thing to do.”]
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Hilma af Klint, The Swan, No. 04, Group IX/SUW, 1914-15, oïl on canvas, 150 x 150 cm
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“Time does not bring relief; you all have lied” - Edna St. Vincent Millay
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