Mark Laver (Canadian, b. 1970)
Is it strange I should change, I don’t know, why don’t you ask her?, 2021
Oil on wood panel

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Noah Kahan
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Mark Laver (Canadian, b. 1970)
Is it strange I should change, I don’t know, why don’t you ask her?, 2021
Oil on wood panel

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Claudia Keep (American,b.1993)
Morning Swim, 2022
Oil on masonite panel
bruh
Inger Christensen, Alphabet
Hatsuyama Shigeru, Colts, 1948

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“Solitude produces originality, bold & astonishing beauty, poetry. But solitude also produces perverseness, the disproportionate, the absurd, and the forbidden.”
— Thomas Mann, from Death in Venice, trans. Henry Heim (HarperPerennial, 2005, first published in 1912)
Catherine of Siena, The Prayers of Catherine of Siena: Prayer 3 (October, 1376) (trans. Noffke)
Gustaf Fjaestad (Swedish, 1868-1948), Winter Landscape, 1925. Oil on canvas, 94 x 103 cm.
Mark Doty in A Display of Mackerel eulogising beautiful luminous fish but actually discussing the problem of individuality and what it means to be one among many:
Suppose we could iridesce, / like these, and lose ourselves / entirely in the universe / of shimmer—would you want / to be yourself only, / unduplicatable, doomed / to be lost?
all, all for all, / the rainbowed school / and its acres of brilliant classrooms, / in which no verb is singular, / or every one is.
“Call it a wild perversity or a wild optimism, but they were right, our ancestors, to celebrate what they feared. What I fear I avoid. What I fear I pretend does not exist. What I fear is quietly killing me. Would there be a festival for my fears, a ritual burning of what is coward in me, what is lost in me. Let the light in before it is too late.”
— Jeanette Winterson, “The Green Man” | The World and Other Places: Stories

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horrors beyond my comprehension more like horrors beyond my articulation. i know exactly what it is but id never be able to explain it to anyone
Wood block color prints by gustave baumann
Hashimoto Okiie 橋本興家 Irises and Young Woman 菖蒲と少女 1952
Keeping Things Whole
In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing. When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body's been. We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole.
Mark Strand
outbound, hieu minh nguyen // angels in america, tony kushner.

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Andrew Wyeth, The Carry, 2003, Tempera on panel
Isn’t all that rage so ugly? And isn’t it mine, still? Good God, isn’t it mine?
—Ashe Vernon, Buried, Not a Girl