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  • Win, win, win, win!

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    Shannon Alonzo, Liverpool Biennial, 2023. Image via RE.

    … a thing 

    That suddenly, for blank astonishment, 

    Charms every sense, and makes all thought take wing,— 

    Percy Bysshe Shelley, Matilda Gathering Flowers

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    Touch me, he said.

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    And through that opening

    I did.

    Lanat Abad / The Place of the Damned by Solmaz Sharif

  • Song, in a minor key

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    Ballade in C# Minor: Coronation, Nicholas Britell, The King (Original Score from the Netflix Film).

  • AG2023_1550017a or a memory holder

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    Place can be a memory holder for paradise or pain. (Pádraig Ó. Tuama, Poetry Unbound)

  • This is still life

    “I think I’m in hell, therefore I am. It’s the catechism come true. I’m the slave of my baptism. Parents, you’ve created my tortures and yours.—Poor nitwit! Hell can’t wield power over pagans.— This is still life!”

    Arthur Rimbaud, Hellish Night, translated by Bertrand Mathieu

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    “Inside, I harbor the ache of what is no longer possible.”

    Charles Rafferty, Insomnolence.

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                                                   out
                                                   of
                                                   this
                                                   hole—
                                                     —
                                                   slips
                                                   moon   —

               out
               of
               this
                              cloudhole

    Elsa Hildegard Baroness von Freytag-Loringhoven, Enchantment

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    “The gut of silence … was louder than sound itself” (P. Djèlí Clark, The Haunting of Tram Car 015)

    “When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, 
      Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, 
    And think that I may never live to trace 
      Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;”

    John Keats, When I Have Fears that I May Cease to Be

    Popova on Eric Berne–self, game, spontaneity, intimacy, awareness.