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Elie Wiesel, The Art of Fiction No. 79 (interviewed by John S. Friedman), The Paris Review [transcript below]

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“By day, cherry-scent from an unknown Wood near the town. July Holding new constellations, deep At night in the transparent sky -”

— Anna Akhmatova, from Everything Is Looted… in “Poems: Anna Akhmatova” [translated by D. M. Thomas]

“The divine is not human; it is something quite different. And it is not noble or sublime or spiritualized, as one likes to believe. It is alien and repellent and sometimes it is madness. It is malignant and dangerous and fatal. Or so I have found it. And I well know the stench of it - the sour goat-stench - who should know it better than I?”

- Pär Lagerkvist, The Sibyl. 

“Quatre Saisons“ by Takako Ugachi

to be free

“I have been younger in October than in all the months of spring”

— W.S. Merwin, from The Love Of October in “Migration: New & Selected Poems” (via adrasteiax)

archive moodboard for @mistveil .

Details: Medusa, c.1618, by Peter Paul Rubens.

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind - Michel Gondry (2004)