Vincent van Gogh. Starry Night of the Rhone, 1888
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I’m not the solution to your problems. I’m another problem.
- Joan Holloway, Mad Men
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poem endings: Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in... ⇢
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The firefly wakens: waken thou with me.Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.Now lies the Earth all Danaë to…
I can understand those who are jealous of the past of an artist. It becomes a monument. Examine the past of most people, and you find a neat cemetery or an urn with ashes. But examine the past of an artist and you find monuments to its perpetuity, a book, a statue, a painting, a symphony, a poem.
- Anaïs Nin
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