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“I felt that this must never end, that all our lives should be like an echo of this dawn, with you not belonging to me but actually a part of me, something breathing within me that could never be destroyed except by the apathy of habit.”

La Notte (1961) dir. Michelangelo Antonioni

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For Kayako (伽倻子のために), Kôhei Oguri, 1985

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火星のカノン the mars canon (2002) dir. shiori kazama

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“The Italian philosopher Vico had this theory that time moves more in a spiral than it does in a line. He believes that’s why we repeat ourselves, including our tragedies, and that if we are more faithful to this movement, we can move away from the epicenter through distance and time, but we have to confront it every time. I’ve been thinking about trauma—how it’s repetitive, and how we recreate it, and how memory is fashioned by creation. Every time we remember, we create new neurons, which is why memory is so unreliable. I thought, “Well if the Greek root for ‘poet’ is ‘creator,’ then to remember is to create, and, therefore, to remember is to be a poet.” I thought it was so neat. Everyone’s a poet, as long as they remember.”

- Ocean Vuong, What’s your mood when you write?

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“My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world, and exiles me from it.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin

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"Inside, we’re ageless. And when we talk to ourselves, it’s the same person we were talking to, the same age, when we were little, and it’s the body that’s changing around that ageless center." -David Lynch

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“(…) I feel I am myself a small bird with a terrible hunger, with a thin beak probing and dipping and a heart that races so fast it is only a heartbeat ahead of breaking— and I am the hunger and the assuagement, and also I am the leaves and the blossoms, and, like them, I am full of delight and shaking.”

— Mary Oliver, from “Summer Story”, Red Bird

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May Sarton, Recovering: A Journal

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“There was a humble sadness within you, which nobody seemed to notice, like a puddle that reflects the sky all day long.”

— Dulce María Loynaz, from “Poem XXVI,” trans. James O’Connor, Absolute Solitude: Selected Prose Poems (First Archipelago, 2016)

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Ada Limón, , from a poem titled "Banished Wonders," featured in The Hurting Kind: Poems

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My dream is to just be myself

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“If we’re going to talk, then let’s talk. Forget about what is polite or proper and delve right into what is sincere and honest. Lead me down through the labyrinth of your true, spectacular self. I am not interested in pleasantries. If you want a conversation, then let’s get lost.”

— Beau Taplin (via quotemadness)

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Fauna, Richard Siken

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—Franz Kafka, "The Diaries" (1913)

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I wish I wasn’t tethered to my past —

to the drab poverty I was dropped into.