Jean-Charles Eustache (French, 1969) - The Dancers Are All Gone (n.d.)
Rebecca Solnit, Recollections of my Nonexistence.
“I heard it later, in bed upstairs in the dark, through the open window, the tiny dry clashing of [magnolia] leaves, and thought, Were we happy tonight because we were happy or because once, a long time back, we had been happy? Was our happiness tonight like the light of the moon, which does not come from the moon, for the moon is cold and has no light of its own, but is reflected light from far away? I turned that notion around in my head and tried to make a nice tidy little metaphor out of it, but the metaphor wouldn’t work out,”
— Robert Penn Warren, from All The KIng’s Men (Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1982)
Wayne Thiebaud (American. b. 1920, Mesa, AZ, USA, based San Francisco, CA, USA) - Crossroads, 1978, Paintings: Oil on Board Sotheby’s
i am still a clot of blood looking for my skin
The BreakBeat Poets Vol. 3: Halal If You Hear Me, ‘Ghazal’ by Edil Hassan (edited by Fatimah Asghar & Safia Elhillo)
Sidney Nolan (Australian, 1917-1992), Green Landscape (Central Australia), 1960. Mixed media on paper, 25 x 30 cm.
“we regret, again, to inform you that your poem did not remind us of anyone we have loved we read your poem to someone who we had once kissed and their entire memory vanished we read your poem to our mothers and we became a little more unborn with each line”
— Hanif Abdurraqib, “Poems From An Email Exchange,” published on Medium
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