“On Walking Backwards” — Anne Carson

On Walking Backwards

My mother forbade us to walk backwards. That is how the dead walk, she would say. Where did she get this idea? Perhaps from a bad translation. The dead, after all, do not walk backwards but they do walk behind us. They have no lungs and cannot call out but would love for us to turn around. They are victims of love, many of them.

In the Echo Chamber — Leonor Fini

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In the Echo Chamber by Leonor Fini (1908-1996)

March — Alex Colville

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March, 1979 by Alex Colville (1920-2013)

Saint Valentine — Jean Hugo

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Saint Valentine, 1930 by Jean Hugo (1894-1984)

Manikins — Paul Cadmus

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Manikins, 1951 by Paul Cadmus (1904-199)

Tuxedo — Jean-Michel Basquiat

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Tuxedo, 1983 by Jean-Michel Basquiat (1960-1988)

April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers | Edna St. Vincent Millay

spring

Beautiful gory layout (Peanuts)

Happy New Year (Peanuts)

“Somnambulism” — Tom Clark

It Is December and Already Dark Forces Are Gathering

It Is December and Already Dark Forces Are Gathering — Glen Baxter

“Under the Young” — Tom Clark

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“Blown Away” — Tom Clark

“The Maimed Grasshopper Speaks Up” — Jean Garrigue

Diagnosis (Moebius)