And the night smells like snow.
Walking home for a moment
you almost believe you could start again.
And an intense love rushes to your heart,
and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.

Franz Wright, closing lines to “Night Walk” from God’s Silence  

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I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Max Brod   

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She had come to possess all the world’s dark magic.

F. Scott Fitzgerald 

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I dug a shallow grave
and I buried you in it
but that night there was a storm
and the thunder roared and
the rain pelted the upturned earth
until it melted away
and your bones stood white
against spoiled ground

Ode to Hamlet 

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Robespierre's Velvet Basement

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 Jacobites - It’ll All End Up In Tears

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Wytches’ Album Launch Gigs At the Bermondsey Village Hall by Paul Hudson

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Swim Deep // She Changes The Weather

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 Lemmy Kilmister - Motorhead

 Lemmy Kilmister - Motorhead

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Robert Mapplethorpe by Judy Linn


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