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The moon pours a stream of glitter / Into the depths of my soul.
Juan Ramón Jiménez, tr by Robert Bly, from “Nocturne,” wr. c. 1903
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You are transformed into a memory.
Anna Akhmatova, tr. by D.M. Thomas, from “Like A White Stone,”
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…the pomegranate as red as the essential essence of her dreams.
Igor Severyanin, from “And It’s Passed by the Seashore,” wr. c. 1922 (via violentwavesofemotion)
Whatever lay ahead he had already accepted
2018
spray paint, oil, charcoal, pastel, acrylic on canvas
35 ½ x 35 ½ inches (90.2 x 90.2 cm)
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Annie and I met up at camp and, and we decided to switch places. I’m sorry, but I’ve never seen you and I’ve dreamt of meeting you my whole life and Annie felt the exact same way about Dad so, so we sort of just switched lives.
The Parent Trap (1998) dir. Nancy Meyers
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