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Ashish Avikunthak - Vakratunda Swaha (2010)

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Honey of death or milk of love — we say all. Home is a dull knife against our animal faces. We are a tribe of apes. Mind is a red sky. Urayoán Noel

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April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
T.S. Eliot, Section I of The Waste Land- “The Burial of the Dead”

Aneta Grzeszykowska - Private archive (Bust), 2011

Aneta Grzeszykowska - Private archive (Bust), 2011

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Red honey as a result of bees feasting on cherries

Red honey as a result of bees feasting on cherries

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I’m full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry. Ernest Hemingway, from “The Snows of Kilimanjaro

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Images D’Ostende, Henri Storck, 1929.

Images D’Ostende, Henri Storck, 1929.

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