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| Sweetie (1989) |
"And the bodies spoke to me. I saw stories in flesh, the untold tales of dead arms just hanging there, of pelvises locked in 'Park,' of clenched fists and locked jaws, in physiques molded into attitudes of 'I'm not good enough' or 'Get out of my way.' Chests sunken in shame, shoulders riding high, voices edgy with anger or constricted with fear. The body never lies.
Who could believe that the secret lay in movement? In making a home of this flesh we cart around like a burden?'
Maps to Ecstasy, Gabrielle Roth