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Federico García Lorca

… this is the wreath of love, this bed of thorns is where I dream of you stealing my rest, haunting these sunken ribs cargoed with grief. I sought the peak of prudence, but I found the hemlock-brimming valley of your heart, and my own thirst for bitter truth and art. — Federico García Lorca,… Continue reading Federico García Lorca

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Khaled Hosseini

I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. But I am here, my legs blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. There will be no floating away.… Continue reading Khaled Hosseini

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Walter Benjamin

 ‘To dwell’ as a transitive verb -as in notions of ‘indwelt spaces’; herewith an indication of the frenetic topicality concealed in habitual behavior. It has to do with fashioning a shell for ourselves. — Walter Benjamin, The Arcades Project, Convolute I, ‘The Interior, The Trace’, [I4,5]

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Friedrich Hölderlin

Like the stamen inside a flower    The steeple stands in lovely blue    And the day unfolds around its needle;    The flock of swallows that circles the steeple    Flies there each day through the same blue air    That carries their cries from me to you…  Friedrich Hölderlin, from “In Lovely Blue,”… Continue reading Friedrich Hölderlin

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