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Yael Malka
p. 57 Aug 9 - Fog, Kathryn Scanlan
p. 57 Aug 9 - Fog, Kathryn Scanlan
p. 51, Aug 9 - Fog,  Kathryn Scanlan
p. 51, Aug 9 - Fog, Kathryn Scanlan
Four nights of a dreamer
Four nights of a dreamer
Dans la ville blanche (Alain Tanner, 1983)
Dans la ville blanche (Alain Tanner, 19…
hot cactus
hot cactus

In an entry from September 15, 1972, May Sarton writes:

It is raining. I look out on the maple, where a few leaves have turned yellow, and listen to Punch, the parrot, talking to himself and to the rain ticking gently against the windows. I am here alone for the first time in weeks, to take up my “real” life again at last. That is what is strange—that friends, even passionate love, are not my real life unless there is time alone in which to explore and to discover what is happening or has happened. Without the interruptions, nourishing and maddening, this life would become arid. Yet I taste it fully only when I am alone…

Sanya Kantarovsky, Beach, 2019. Oil and watercolor on canvas | Luhring Augustine / New York
Sanya Kantarovsky, Beach, 2019. Oil and…

Summer for prose and lemons, for nakedness and languor,
for the eternal idleness of the imagined return,
for rare flutes and bare feet, and the August bedroom
of tangled sheets and the Sunday salt, ah violin!

∆ first stanza, Bleecker Street, Summer, by Derek Walcott (1986)

1st stanza, Bleecker Street, Summer by …
Temporary Red Dot
Temporary Red Dot 
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