“sharing is not simply about morality, but also about pleasure. Solitary pleasures will always exist, but for most human beings, the most pleasurable activities almost always involve sharing something: music, food, liquor, drugs, gossip, drama, beds. There is a certain communism of the senses at the root of most things we consider fun.”
— David Graeber, Debt: The First 5,000 Years
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Janet Fish (American, b. 1938), Honey Jars, 1971. Oil on canvas, 66 ¼ x 54 ½ in.
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Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
Shakespeare
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No wind is the king’s wind.
Ezra Pound
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The greatest poverty is not to live
in a physical world, to feel that one's desire
Is too difficult to tell from despair.
Wallace Stevens in Esthetique du Mal
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I was much too far out all my life, and not waving but drowning
Stevie Smith
(via having-a-coke-with-u)
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And what to say of her wetness? The Anglo-Saxons had a name for it. They called it silm. They were navigators. It was also their word for the look of moonlight on the sea
Robert Hass
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Carlos de Haes ca. 1881
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When I desire you a part of me is gone: my wanting of you partakes of me
Anne Carson
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My eyes are vague blue, like the sky, and change all the time; they are indiscriminate but fleeting, entirely specific and disloyal, so that no one trusts me. I am always looking away. Or again at something after it has given me up. It makes me restless and that makes me unhappy, but I cannot keep them still.
Frank O’Hara
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Anthea Page by Claudia Smith
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