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What a weary time those years were — to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.
Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye (via larmoyante)
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“The young cicada nymph ready to enter the ground.” Insects, their ways and means of living. 1930.
Yves Klein
Disque Bleu, 1957
TATESHOTS: FRANCOISE GILOT ON MATISSE (2014)
“Picasso said to me ‘ I will make you a present’, and that present was to meet Matisse, because Matisse was really my God”... (Image via mhsartgallerymac)
I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them, / Hating myself, hating and fearing. / I lose life after life.
Sylvia Plath, The Complete Poems: “Three Women; A Poem in Three Voices”
The radiating sun. Carte astronomique de l'Univers. 1878. Map detail.
Fig. 223. The jaw, side view. Anatomical atlas, illustrative of the structure of the human body. 1844.
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He groped for his loafers and walked aimlessly for some time among the trees of the coppice where thrushes were singing so richly, with such sonorous force, such fluty fioriture that one could not endure the agony of consciousness, the filth of life, the loss, the loss, the loss.
Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
Ellsworth Kelly, Red and Blue from the series Line Form Color , 1951
It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.
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Kisses, pencil on paper 2014. Shanti Shea An.
The poisonous world flows into my mouth like water into that of a drowning man
Franz Kafka, from ‘The Diaries of Franz Kafka’