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Three young women eat spaghetti on inflatable mattresses at Lake of Capri, 1939 (AP Photo / Hamilton Wright)
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“…I have known with certainty that the worst things, and even despair, are only a kind of abundance and an onslaught of existence that one decision of the heart could turn into its opposite. Where things become truly difficult and unbearable, we find ourselves in a place already very close to its transformation.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Anita Forrer, February 14, 1920
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Arthur Rimbaud, from Complete Works (Poems & Prose); “Wandering,” c. 1871
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“Overflowing with heavy ochre skies and drowning forests, / Flowers of flesh scattered through the starry woods.”
— Arthur Rimbaud, from Poets, Age Seven. (via xshayarsha)
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Henri Matisse at his home, villa Le Rêve, in Alpes-Maritimes, Vence. Photos by Henri Cartier-Bresson.
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“(Do I wear my skin like a costume / or a uniform? Do I wear my hair like a fountain?)”
— Lauren Russell, from “Transitive,” published in Cave Canem’s Poet of the Week
Source: cavecanempoets.org
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Source: weheartit.com
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THE GREAT BEAUTY (2013). Paolo Sorrentino directs Toni Servillo as a libertine turning 65.
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“Vainly I sought nourishment in shadows and errors.”
— Jorge Luis Borges, from A Personal Anthology; “Baltasar Gracián,”
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“In the muted light of the summer moon, / Standing naked and dreaming…”
— Arthur Rimbaud, from Selected Poems & Prose; “Credo In Unam,”
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Source: New York Magazine
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“Touched with flame, feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine.”
— James Joyce, from The Complete Works; “Ulysses,” (published c. 1918)