Touch Me Like A Memory Mark English, Laura Makabresku, Edvard Munch, Alex Venezia, Henri De Toulouse-Lautrec,

London, 1949. source

Belden C. Lane, The Great Conversation

— triata mateer, honeybee

Martin Wojnowski

Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to David Gurewitsch featured in The Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn

Clementine von Radics, from “Letter from Anaïs Nin to Clementine von Radics”

Text ID: For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough.

Lou Andreas-Salomé, from Looking Back: Memoirs; translated by Breon Mitchell

Text ID: Human life—indeed all life—is poetry. It is we who live it, unconsciously, day by day, like scenes in a play, yet in its inviolable wholeness it lives us, it composes us. There is something far different from the old cliche "Turn your life into a work of art"; we are works of art-but we are not the artist.

Sunken alcove in the garden

And then—you walked in.

You, with your glittering chaos.

The oracle who keeps unfolding

Can I still be good and want you?

“The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are.”

— Carl Jung