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“I can’t undo all I have done unto myself, what I have let an appetite for love do to me.
I have wanted all the world, its beauties and its injuries; some days, I think that is punishment enough.”
— Maya C. Popa, from “Dear Life,” Poetry (October 2020)
Still from Bad Girls Go to Hell (1965)
Bless us girls, apostrophes in our name; hung drawbridges for the missing continent in our chests, last seen bowing behind the Atlantic. Since, time has continued to chasm our contact, dressing clear intention as American incident,
but these voids are no incident, I’ve learned as I’ve attempted to name the acute hurt: the desire for contact without flinch, the mere warmth missing from every greeting. Can’t remember a time when I was not chosen last.
I scour for myself in final scenes, every happy ending incident to my silent work, yet so many times I disappear, unnamed in the credits. If I take my missing into my own hands, have no contact
with the world that abuses contact, perhaps, I will have a self that lasts. Seen so many girls with my face go missing as if we aren’t the beauty incident on the world’s dull surface, their names phantom amethysts embellishing time.
So I run so fast that even time strains in its reach, struggling to contact who it once held by the neck, by the name. I breathe easier now. I was last seen drawing wings on my chalk outline. Incidentally, what tried to kill me missed.
A sad truth: sometimes we go missing just because we’ve witnessed over time how no one looks for us no one inciting riots on our behalf. We: our only emergency contact This country: our emergency. We see it smile as it buries our names.
Call it an incident when we go missing, But remember our names. For we will return, like time to make contact with this dirt, before washing our feet in the sea
"Critical Missing II (for runaways)", Alexa Patrick

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St. Mary Magdalene, Covered by her Hair, c. 1311, Collégiale Notre-Dame d’Ecuis, Eure, France
Joel Slotte (Finnish, 1987) - Savu ja Kuutamo (Smoke and Moonlight) (2026)
When Eurydice Saw Him
by Gregory Orr
When Eurydice saw him huddled in a thick cloak, she should have known he was alive, the way he shivered beneath its useless folds.
But what she saw was the usual: a stranger confused in a new world. And when she touched him on the shoulder, it was nothing personal, a kindness he misunderstood. To guide someone through the halls of hell is not the same as love.
'The Seven Ravens' illustrated by Franz Stsssen, (1869 - 1949).
Roter Engel (Red Angel), Karl Mediz, 1902
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Terracotta Bust of Isis-Aphrodite Ptolemaic Egypt, c. 300-30 B.C.
The particular beauty of the openings of so many of Baudelaire's poems: their emergence from the abyss.
Walter Benjamin, Central Park
Gustav Klimt Textile Samples, Wiener Werkstätte, ca.1920.

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Frank Bidart, from "To the Dead"
(...) art is part of a universal force. It has no less purpose or meaning than science, religion, philosophy, politics, or any other discipline, and is as much a form of intelligence or knowing as a first kiss, a last goodbye, or an algebraic equation. Art is an energy source that helps make change possible; it sees things in clusters and constellations rather than rigid systems. It is both a bridge to a new vision and the vision itself, a medium or matrix through which one sees the world. It grants that pleasure is an important form of knowledge. Art is not optional; it is necessary. It is part of the whole ball of wax. These thoughts, partly inspired by the moral philosopher Mary Midgley, are an attempt to get around all those dogmatists, ideologues, academics, and theorists who demonize and belittle art as a gratuitous, semi-mystical, merely beautiful, purely formal amusement. These aesthetician-scientists regularly reduce art to simplistic, supposedly objective dualisms like mind-body, abstract-representational, reason-imagination, political-apolitical, thinking-feeling, and so on. But all thinking is fed by feeling, and all genuine feeling involves reasoning. As Midgley observes, “It’s like saying that shape and size are competing opposites when they’re complementary aspects of a larger whole.”
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Art Is Life (Jerry Saltz)