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In the darkness, naked. The skin black, blending¬† with the dark shadows of massive concrete buildings like fingers trying to rub out the moon. The moonlight escapes falling in thin slivers across the body like dull scars from a distant, … Continue reading

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The art beats…

One writes out of one thing only — one’s own experience. Everything depends on how relentlessly one forces from his experience the last drop, sweet or bitter, it can possibly give. This is the only real concern of the artist, … Continue reading

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