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anónima a veces, otras veces no tanto | stgo.

[bleupoete]

quizás nunca voy a ser feliz

[petaltexturedskies]

Alfonsina Storni, from "The Siren" in Mask & Clover: Poems

[diana-andraste]

Stills series, Sarah Charlesworth, 1980

Whatever it grants to vision and whatever its manner, a photograph is always invisible: it is not it that we see. In short, the referent adheres. And this singular adherence makes it very difficult to focus on Photography.

—Roland Barthes, Camera Lucida (1980)

"The photographs give evidence of an action—in each case, someone falling, their fall suspended in the stasis of the photograph—and by looking carefully at this evidence, a glimmer of something else comes through: a set of propositions regarding the image, life, and death."

Leslie Dick, Intentional Accidents: Reflections on Sarah Charlesworth’s Stills

[mariaangels]

Michelangelo Antonioni

[bestiolin]

dagou

[deerinfear]

The light inside you will shine forever

[janasojka]

night landscapes, mixed media

[theegoist]

Hans Hartung (German-French, 1904-1989) - T1961–H37, oil on canvas, 92 x 150 cm (1961)

[safberry93]

The Swan, No. 1 by Hilma af Klint is one of her most well known works.

[victormalonso]

recámaras del corazón | © víctor m. alonso

para Eli @lilnevile

Eres como el cielo de la primavera, y has agarrado mis sombras para teñirlas de luz; te amo más allá de la línea del infinito, y lo único que anhelo es el destino de tus ojos. Mi corazón es un poema cuando te escucho, y el verso de tu boca imprescindible me explota como el mar aquí en el alma; el alma, que nunca ya será la misma desde que tú estás en mi vida iluminándome de ti la existencia. Como dice Sabines “doy gracias a tu madre y a tu padre”, y también doy gracias a México, que es sin duda el país más bello del mundo, porque allí naciste tú, mi amor.

[nobrashfestivity]

Barbara Hammer, Sanctus, 1990

Film

[fawnaura]

Anne Sexton, from The Collected Poems; “Flight”

[ivoryroses96]

[auralrapeblackearth]

[lionfloss]

"American spiders and their spinning work: A natural history of the orb weaving spiders of the United States, with special regard to their industry and habits" (1889)

[metamorphesque]

― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

[text ID: I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.]

[iidamiidam]

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