Kanna Hashimoto in Sailor Suit and Machine Gun: Graduation (2016)
Acquired Stardust
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Not today Justin

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Kanna Hashimoto in Sailor Suit and Machine Gun: Graduation (2016)

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Found poem, by Agha Shahid Ali. The original source for this found poem is the suicide note of a character named Nejdanov in a story by Russian author Ivan Turgenev.
Flowers and Fruit, by Franz Xaver Petter, oil on canvas, 1830
"Nazare Wave IX, Portugal," 2022. Photograph by Clifford Ross

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By Nicholas Konrad, from "How a Rare Disorder Makes People See Monsters," from The New Yorker
Alexandra Savior
Aya Watsuji, Interlude
I saw a pilot's glory from my airplane window.
Greggy Chick, Christian Louboutin, $1,045.00.

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“I was around 14 when that happened,” Bean begins. “I was being shipped back and forth across the world and obviously exploited quite badly, sexually, and isolated from a lot of friends and family. I was trapped in this one bedroom in the Bronx, not really knowing what was going on.”
As a result, they turned to drugs to cope. “A lot of my drug usage at a young age came from that repressed memory and blocked that trauma,” they explain. “Your brain blocks out trauma and I just started remembering things that I didn't even know happened. And so that was a lot for me to overcome mentally.”
Just years later, and still in the grip of addiction, Bean would simultaneously rise to fame as one of the most exciting names in alternative music.
JAZMIN BEAN: SURVIVOR, DIY Magazine
Carmel, California, 2018.
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Holy Sonnet XIV
By John Donne
Batter my heart, three-person'd God, for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurp'd town to another due, Labor to admit you, but oh, to no end; Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend, But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue. Yet dearly I love you, and would be lov'd fain, But am betroth'd unto your enemy; Divorce me, untie or break that knot again, Take me to you, imprison me, for I, Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

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The Night Dances
By Sylvia Plath
A smile fell in the grass. Irretrievable!
And how will your night dances Lose themselves. In mathematics?
Such pure leaps and spirals — Surely they travel
The world forever, I shall not entirely Sit emptied of beauties, the gift
Of your small breath, the drenched grass Smell of your sleeps, lilies, lilies.
Their flesh bears no relation. Cold folds of ego, the calla,
And the tiger, embellishing itself — Spots, and a spread of hot petals.
The comets Have such a space to cross,
Such coldness, forgetfulness. So your gestures flake off —The Night Dances
Warm and human, then their pink light Bleeding and peeling
Through the black amnesias of heaven. Why am I given
These lamps, these planets Falling like blessings, like flakes
Six sided, white On my eyes, my lips, my hair
Touching and melting. Nowhere.
Baldwin Lee