Simic’s latest anthology, New and Selected Poems: 1962-2012, offers a lyrical meditation on mortality.
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n. the feeling that no matter what you do is always somehow wrong—that any attempt to make your way comfortably through the world will only end up crossing some invisible taboo—as if there’s some obvious way forward that everybody else can see but you, each of them leaning back in their chair and calling out helpfully, colder, colder, colder.
⋅ 1811 ⋅ 1813 ⋅ 1814 ⋅1815 ⋅ 1817 ⋅ 1817 ⋅Jane Austen's novels
“We will make such a chase as shall be accounted a marvel among the Three Kindreds: Elves, Dwarves and Men. Forth the Three Hunters!”
Dream sequence designed by Salvador Dalí in Spellbound (1945) by Alfred Hitchcock
Franck Bohbot - Respect the Architect, 2011
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