“Giving oneself up to the intoxication of cherishing and desiring, forgetting everything one has loved before, beginning to love all over again – that’s what makes life supremely worth living.”— Colette, from The Complete Claudine Series; “Claudine Getting Married,”
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Abigail Holt, Index of First Lines (IV) / July Afternoon
tag yourself i’m “baptism by hibiscus falling, singing, in the shadow”
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Louise Bourgeois (1911-2010)
HANG ON
unbound etching and hand painted mixed-media book of seventeen pages
each page: 33 x 54in. (83.8 x 137.2cm.)
Executed in 2004, this work is number three from an edition of nine unbound unique variants (18)
“I was punished for clinging. I clung. I clutched all those I loved; I clutched at the lovely moments of life; my hands closed upon every full hour. My arms were always tight and craving to embrace: I wanted to embrace and hold the light, the wind, the sun, the night, the whole world. I wanted to caress, to heal, to rock, to lull, to surround, to encompass. And I strained and I held so much that they broke; they broke away from me. Everything eluded me then. I was condemned not to hold.”
Anaïs Nin, from “House of Incest,” published c. 1936
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