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will i always be this angry?

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“One could say that literature is Orpheus returning from the underworld; as long as literature walks ahead, aware that it is leading someone, the reality behind it which it is gradually leading out of the unnamed – that reality breathes, walks, lives, heads toward the light of a meaning; but once literature turns around to look at what it loves, all that is left is a named meaning, which is a dead meaning.”

— Roland Barthes (tr. Richard Howard), “Literature and Signification” (1963)

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Dunya Mikhail, Diary of a wave outside the sea (trans. Elizabeth Winslow and Dunya Mikhail) [ID'd]

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Joseph Wright (of Derby) - The Annual Girandola at the Castel Sant’Angelo, Rome (1775-76)

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Amaldus Nielsen - Evening sea view from the fjord (1897)

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Raymond Bonilla (b. 1983)

Little Summer, 2021

Oil on panel

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sea, swallow me

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by Z.Z. Wei

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Matazo Kayama

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Raymond Bonilla (b. 1983)

Little Summer, 2021

Oil on panel

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All

Holy

Things

Are

Housed

In

Your

Eyes

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Dayspring, Anthony Oliveira

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river screen, 2024, oil on canvas, 60 x 80 cm

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[Text ID: Yours, yours. I was painted for you.]

— Donna Tartt, from “The goldfinch.”

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You think about being small, a child. No. Smaller, a bird. Smaller still, a small bird. You think about the art of holding, of being held. This hand can crush you.

— Donika Kelly, from “Catalogue,” in Bestiary: Poems

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