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“flame-recognizance,
hermeneutics of autumn, time’s
continuities tearing us apart.”

– Geoffrey Hill

http://spiritandteeth.tumblr.com/

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“…Consider the Platonic distinction between body and soul. Consider Descartes’ implicit suggestion that other animals are furry robots. Consider what Dostoevsky saw when he visited Joseph Paxton’s Crystal Palace: he found in it a metaphor for western civilisation, an immune system that brought the world’s most diverting flora, fauna and industrial products under one roof, while whatever remained outside (war, genocide, slavery, unpleasant tropical diseases, human waste, expendable life forms) dwindled into irrelevance.”

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2017/aug/23/humankind-solidarity-with-nonhuman-people-by-timothy-morton-review

207 – A Quiet Passion (2016)

spacetime coordinates: 19th century  Amherst, Massachusetts

A Quiet Passion is a 2016 biographical film directed and written by Terence Davies about the life of U.S poet Emily Dickinson. The film stars Cynthia Nixon as the reclusive poet. It co-stars Emma Bell as young Dickinson, Jennifer EhleDuncan Duff and Keith Carradine. Despite its title, the film isn’t quiet.

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http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2392830/

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“Goodbye to the life I used to live,
And the world I used to know;
And kiss the hills for me, just once;
Now I am ready to go!
Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The carriage held but just ourselves –
And Immortality.
We slowly drove – he knew no haste
And I had put away
My labour and my leisure too,
For His civility.
We passed the school,
where children strove,
At recess – in the ring –
We passed the fields of grazing grain –
We passed the setting sun –
Or rather – he passed us –
The dews drew quivering and chill –
For only gossamer, my gown –
My tippet – only tulle –
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground –
The roof was scarcely visible –
The cornice – in the ground –
Since then – ’tis centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity –
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me, –
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!”