“I told myself

if I had nothing

the world couldn’t touch me.”

— Louise Glück, from “Mutable Earth”

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“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 )

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 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”



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