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Whenever, like two people turned to stone, we sit down to a meal together or meet at the door at night because each of us has just remembered about locking up, I feel our sadness is an arch, a great bow extending from, one end of the world to the other—which is: from Hanna to me-and in the drawn bow an arrow aimed straight at the heart of the unmoving sky.
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On Alice Mills Newman’s Francisco and Bill Gunn’s Rhinestone Sharecropping.
“Maître Susane knew she didn’t need Sharon’s energy, youth, or abilities, she knew full well that those virtues were wasted in her apartment, where there was literally nothing to do.”
“It wasn’t sex, though their arguments occasionally seemed to have an erotic fervor.”
“It was embarrassing that a Gus Van Sant film featured a character whose psychological profile wasn’t that far from Julius’s own.”
“He felt as though the psychologist had uncovered a secret about him and was waiting until this day to tell him.”
“but no one is always on your side / not even a poet”