he gets it.
Rauschenberg “inside-out” 1962
in a world where there is so much grief to be had, leading the people to water and letting them drink from your cupped hands
i started listening to carly rae jespen because of this essay (i’ll put it below) and i think about it all the time. like. this guy says it better than i ever could.
The Beaches of Agnès (2008)
i can t do this anymore 🌷
Czesław Miłosz, from “The Song.”
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Me and emma
Vicente Aleixandre, ed. by Lewis Hyde, from A Longing for the Light: Selected Poems; “The Explosion”
[Text ID: “I devoted myself to one endless afternoon. / I’ve loved you every moment of that afternoon.”]
sum i made, nothing compares to the feeling pencil on paper evokes
"I was trapped, with the tantalizing little square of night above me, and the warm, feminine atmosphere of the house enveloping me in its thick, feathery smothering embrace."
--Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals
Sum i made, nothing compares to the feeling pencil on paper evokes
‘Sommarnattens leende’ (1955) by Ingmar Bergman