Last Year at Marienbad.
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Last Year at Marienbad.
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“They say that ‘time assuages,’—
Time never did assuage…
Time is a test of trouble,
But not a remedy.”Emily Dickinson, from “[85]”
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“I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.”
Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath
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Marilyn Monroe.
Picking Wild Flowers, Santa Cruz c.1927.
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“if I could have caught up from the earth,
the whole of the flowers of the earth,
if once I could have breathed into myself
the very golden crocuses
and the red,
and the very golden hearts of the first saffron,
the whole of the golden mass,
the whole of the great fragrance,
I could have dared the loss.”H.D., from “Eurydice”
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Audrey Hepburn by Leo Fuchs.
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“… The love of the painter standing alone and staring, staring at the great colored surface he is making. Standing with him in the room the rearing canvas stares back with tentative shapes halted in their growth, moving in a new rhythm from floor to ceiling. The twisted tubes, the fresh paint squeezed and smeared across the dry on his palette… It was this feeling of belonging …”
Mervyn Peake, Titus Groan
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