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We shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembled Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.
T.S. Eliot • The Essential T.S. Eliot
Our culture is an edifice built of externalized memories.
Joshua Foer • Moonwalking with Einstein: The Art and Science of Remembering Everything
Ars Poetica #100: I Believe
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Martha Graham
Griffin Dunne • The Friday Afternoon Club: A Family Memoir
anthropomorphically.”
Jessica Anya Blau • Mary Jane: A Novel
She would have liked a lotus, or China asters or the Japanese Iris, or meadow lilies—yes, she would have liked meadow lilies, because the very word meadow made her breathe more deeply, and either fling her arms or want to fling her arms, depending on who was by, rapturously up to whatever was watching in the sky. But dandelions were what she chiefl
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Good Bones
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Mary Oliver on What Attention Really Means and Her Moving Elegy for Her Soul Mate
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A girl must blend into a room: she must be present without appearing to exist.