Nov 08 2009
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Nov 02 2009
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“ You’re like
a little fruit
you’re like
a moon I want
to hold
I said lemon slope
about your
hip
because it’s one
of my words
about you
I whispered
in bed
this smoothing
the fruit &
then alone
with my book
but writing
in it the pages
wagging
against my knuckles
in the
light like a
sail.
a little fruit
you’re like
a moon I want
to hold
I said lemon slope
about your
hip
because it’s one
of my words
about you
I whispered
in bed
this smoothing
the fruit &
then alone
with my book
but writing
in it the pages
wagging
against my knuckles
in the
light like a
sail.
— “Movie” by Eileen Myles
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“ Here it is almost summer. The trees of Paris are the green as we used to long for this past winter, and already we can feel the precocious burning of the August sun, the falls of autumn, the bare branches of December.
— Excerpt from “Mélancolie du cinéma” by Robert Desnos
Oct 29 2009
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“ The difference between a lady and a flower girl is not how she behaves, but how she is treated.
— Eliza Doolittle in Bernard Shaw’s Pygmalion
Oct 28 2009
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E. Haas, Montmartre (1954)
Oct 27 2009
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“ Tall woman, speak to me of shapes, or else I fall asleep and lead a remarkable life, my hands caught in my head and my head in my mouth, in my mouth well closed, an interior language.
— From Paul Éluard’s “To be caught in the trap”
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“ The problem for her is leaving. She says, ‘Last night I was listening to everything I know so well, and I imagined what if I woke up in a year’s time and there were different trees.’
— Excerpt from “Her House” by Michael Ondaatje
