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Under The Spokes (2013)
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I remember
The dead smell of sun on wood cabins,
The stiffness of sails, the long salt winding sheets.
Once one has seen God, what is the remedy?
‘Mystic’ (1963)
Sylvia Plath
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The Erl-King’s Demesne (2005)
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‘A young girl would go into the wood as trustingly as Red Riding Hood to her granny’s house but this light admits of no ambiguities and, here, she will be trapped in her own illusion because everything in the wood is exactly as it seems.
The woods enclose and then enclose again, -‘
Angela Carter ‘The Erl-King’ from The Bloody Chamber (1979)
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She Borrows A Revolver (1995)
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The Heart asks Pleasure — first
And then — Excuse from Pain —
And then — those little Anodynes
That deaden suffering —
And then — to go to sleep —
And then — if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor
The privilege to die —
Emily Dickinson
1890
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Og Fegurðin Mun Ríkja Ein (1984)
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‘The loveliest flower lives in hiding; very few people ever manage to see it, many overlook it, some do not understand its value, while those who discover it will never see another flower again. All day one thinks about it. When one sleeps, one dreams of it. One dies with its name on one’s lips.’
Halldór Laxness World Light (1969)
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A Spy In The House Of Love (2003)
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1. The Invitation / 2. The Dream / 3. The Wait
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‘Exactly as in a fever dream, there was in her no premeditation, no continuity, no connection. It was all chaos – her erratic gestures, her unfinished sentences, her sulky silences, her sudden walks through the room, her apologizing for futile reasons (I’m sorry, I lost my gloves), her apparent desire to be elsewhere.’
Anaïs Nin Ladders To Fire (1959)
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Whitby Abbey (2008)
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“Lucy has not walked much in her sleep the last week, but there is an odd concentration about her which I do not understand, even in her sleep she seems to be watching me. She tries the door, and finding it locked, goes about the room searching for the key.”
Bram Stoker Dracula (1897)
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“The story of my life doesn’t exist. Does not exist. There’s never any centre to it. No path, no line. There are great spaces where you pretend there used to be someone, but it’s not true, there was no one.”
Marguerite Duras The Lover (1984)
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Pont de Bir-Hakeim (2004)
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pour F.
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“And then he told her. Told her that it was as before, that he still loved her, he could never stop loving her, that he’d love her until death.”
Duras (1984)