there is a willow grows aslant a brook,

there is a willow grows aslant a brook,

"My name, melancholia".

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then turn tears to fires

then turn tears to fires

The body journeys into the night. The shadows produce gaps in the memory and there the losses are practised. The body observes itself as it...

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there with fantastic garlands did she come

there with fantastic garlands did she come

The gaze is witness to the spaces that are built in the contours of the shadow. From the night specters emerge that transfigure memory. A...

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