Wednesday, July 27, 2011
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Something.
Wallace Stegner, Crossing
here
Friday, July 1, 2011
a last door
Édouard Boubat, Paris, France, 1970. From Édouard Boubat: A Gentle Eye.
“I was running, as the silks rustled, through room after room without stopping, for I believed in the existence of a last door.”
— | Czeslaw Milosz, from “City Without a Name” in New and Collected Poems, trans. Milosz, Robert Haas, Robert Pinsky, and Renata Gorczynski (via proustitute) image: here |
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