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“Still in the process of becoming, the soul makes room.”
― Amina Cain, Indelicacy

“Time, which sees to everything, has provided the solution,
despite yourself.
Time, that knows the answer, has continued to flow.
It is on a day like this one, a little later, a little earlier,
that everything starts again,
that everything starts,
that everything continues”
― Georges Perec, Un homme qui dort

“My mother says it's about time. "The end of life is no bigger than a pocket-handkerchief, you keep bumping into the border whichever way you turn," she says. She knows it will be sad, but unremarkable. Not to anticipate any great drama. The banality of grief, the conscientious act of mourning. Again she says: "I've thought a lot about it, our two subjects are exactly the same, so you can help me, support me, assist me in my project at the same time as you're pursuing yours, because," she says, "the violence is the same, great or small; whichever form it takes, the fight to denounce it, wherever you are, is the same, you can act in my name, you can speak for me, you can," she clears her throat, "defend me or even avenge me.”
― Nathalie Léger, The White Dress

“A green world, a scene of green, deep / with light blues, the greens made deep / by those blues. One thinks how / in certain pictures, envied landscapes are seen /
(through a window, maybe) far behind the serene /
sitter’s face, the serene pose, as though/in some impossible mirror, face to back, / human serenity gazed at a green world / which gazed at this face.”
― William Bronk, Selected Poems