“I told myself
if I had nothing
the world couldn’t touch me.”
— Louise Glück, from “Mutable Earth”
“I won’t glorify or romanticize heartbreak, for me it was a kind of death and I was forced to keep living.”
— Warsan Shire
Metropolitan Opera House 1937
Josef Hofmann Photography
Damian Saca by Guillaume Malheiro
Antonin Dvorak, letter
Lis Blancs, Henri Fantin-Latour, 1883
Der Rosenkavalier, Richard Strauss
David McVicar, Leeds Grand Theatre 2016
“The body is a garment.
It is burning.
Her hands are empty.
My hands are in her hands.
We are on fire.
Where am I?”
— Vahni Capildeo, from “Seven Nights in Transit,” Measures of Expatriation
Textile ( England )
AD Italia, March 1997
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“The white light splutters and pours. Carnations; chrysanthemums. Ivy in dark gardens. Wherever I go, I see you, turning the corner, you, you, you. I hasten, I follow. This, I fancy, must be the sea. Grey is the landscape; dim as ashes; the water murmurs and moves. If I fall on my knees, if I go through the ritual, the ancient antics, it’s you I adore; if I open my arms, it’s you I embrace, you I draw to me—”
Virginia Woolf, from
Complete Works; “An Unwritten Novel”