Drawing pictures was an idle way of finishing an unprofitable morning’s work. Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top. (VW)
Past/Present Suite · Nicholas Britell Andor: Vol. 1 (Episodes 1-4)
Category: language
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Passions breathe song
film. 2020.
Anger is the sea.
Gasping and buffetted, no matter how
you struggle or plead for mercy, you drown. But pride
can clothe those shattered bones with perfect skin,
and breathe into the lover’s mouth her song.Passions, Ruth Fainlight
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AG2018CA_1140201a or gratitude for time past
Invoked every sundown, it’s you, painted on clouds
rouging our treasured plain and all who walk it,[…]
I give you gratitude for time past, time present, time future.
To His Mother, Whose Name Was Maria, Attilio Bertolucci
Translated By Cyrus Cassells
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To reconcile … ourselves with ourselves
Étoile (TV series). 2025.
Opéra Comique. Salle Favart.
As the lights darkened, as the lights of night brightened,
We would try to imagine them, try to find each other,
To construct peace, to make love, to reconcile
Waking with sleeping, ourselves with each other,
Ourselves with ourselves. We would try by any means
To reach the limits of ourselves, to reach beyond ourselves,
To let go the means, to wake.
Poem (I lived in the first century of world wars), Muriel Rukeyser
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And there ain’t
gonna be
any more
sad parties
between us two
because I’m
gonna forget
what I want
till I see
what I want
is you.Those Everlasting Blues, Alfred Kreymborg
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no wind can hold me
Don’t pull the trigger, squeeze it—
squeeze between heartbeats.
Look down the sights. Don’t
hold your breath. Don’t hold
anything, just stop breathing.
Level the scene with your eyes. Listen.
Soft, now: squeeze.[…]
no wind
can hold me let me let me
go i can see yes
o aperture o light let me off
go off straight is my verb straight
my glory road yes now i can feel
it the light i am flame
Meditation at Fifty Yards, Moving Target, Rita Dove
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185-0631 or having spent my greediness
2019
I am full having spent my greediness in a ritual of joy.
Wanda Coleman
villégiature
(italien villeggiatura, de villeggiare, aller à la campagne)
- Séjour à la campagne, à la mer, etc., pendant la belle saison, pour se reposer, prendre des vacances : Aller en villégiature sur la côte basque.
- Être en villégiature. (verbe intransitif)
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AG2019_1530274a or dreams a bliss on this side death
And is the heart of youth so light,
Its step so firm, its eye so bright,
Because on its hot brow there blows
A wind of promise and repose
From the far grave, to which it goes;
Because it hath the hope to come,
One day, to harbour in the tomb?
Ah no, the bliss youth dreams is one
For daylight, for the cheerful sun,
For feeling nerves and living breath—
Youth dreams a bliss on this side death.
[…]
It hears a voice within it tell:
Calm’s not life’s crown, though calm is well.
‘Tis all perhaps which man acquires,
But ’tis not what our youth desires.
Youth and Calm, Matthew Arnold
Tony Gilroy on The Treatment. KCRW.