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portrait of a lady on fire, dir. céline sciamma // doubt comes in, hadestown // eurydice, sarah ruhl // metamorphoses: book x, ovid trans. anthony kline // “eurydice”, ocean vuong // talk, hozier

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1. Still from the movie Portrait of a Lady on Fire that shows a woman (Marianne) speaking. Captions on the image say, “He chooses the memory of her, that’s why she turns.”

2. Lyrics from “Doubt Comes In” from the musical Hadestown that read, “[ORPHEUS] / Who do I think I am? Who am I to think that she would follow me, just to make me leave alone?”.

3. Text from the play Eurydice by Sarah Ruhl that reads, “ORPHEUS: How will you remember? / EURYDICE: That I love you? / OPRHEUS: Yes. / EURYDICE: That’s easy. I can’t help it.”

4. Text from Book X of Ovid’s Metamorphoses that reads, “They took the upward path, through the still silence, steep and dark, shadowy with dense fog, drawing near to the threshold of the upper world. Afraid she was no longer there, and eager to see her, the lover turned his eyes. In an instant she dropped back, and he, unhappy man, stretching out his arms to hold her and be held, clutched at nothing but the receding air. Dying a second time, now, there was no complaint to her husband (what, then, could she complain of, except that she had been loved?). She spoke a last ‘farewell’ that, now, scarcely reached his ears, and turned again towards that same place.”

5. Text from the poem “Eurydice” by Ocean Vuong that reads, “Who would believe us / now? My voice cracking / like bones inside the radio. / Silly me. I thought love was real / & the body imaginary.”

6. Lyrics from “Talk” by Hozier that read, “I’d be the voice that urged Orpheus / When her body was found / I’d be the choiceless hope in grief / That drove him underground / I’d be the dreadful need in the devotee / That made him turn around / And I’d be the immediate forgiveness / In Eurydice / Imagine being loved by me”.

‘mystery of love’ by sufjan stevens but you’re in your countryside backyard picking flowers while your neighbor who you’re secretly in love with plays music you can hear through their open window.

‘clair de lune’ by claude debussy but you’re wandering down the halls of your wealthy reclusive uncle’s grand and empty mansion trying to find who’s playing the piano because you haven’t seen another soul for weeks except your reflection in the mirror.

‘movement’ by hozier but you’re hiding in an abandoned warehouse during a thunderstorm. 

The Humours of Whiskey by Hozier but someone is singing it while you’re on a walk, exploring a forest. Somehow the voice is coming from every direction at once, echoing all around you but at the same time it is drawing you into a very specific direction. Wait, didn’t you hear rumours about fae folk living in this forest?

(best with headphones)

"I don't want to be a burden anymore", your hat answers. "You are always carrying me around, and I can't carry you. That's not fair."

"I don't mind carrying you, little idiot", you tell your hat, "you hardly weight anything at all, and you shelter me from the sun."

"But that's different", your hat protests. "I don't mind the sun scorching on me. That happens anyway. It's literally no trouble for me to shade you too."