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Painters [*/ ) Children in the Sea | Joaquín Sorolla, 1899-1909 >
There are those who love to get dirty and fix things They drink coffee at dawn, beer after work,
And those who stay clean, just appreciate things, At breakfast they have milk and juice at night.
There Are Those Who Love To Get Dirty | A poem by Gary Snyder, 1970-84 >
Instant Views [o.] Sunbathing | Photos by Ansel Adams / Herbert List / Henri Cartier-Bresson / Janie Gras / Pécsi József / Eva Besnyő / Don Wallace / Vincenzo Balocchi, 1928-1963 >
“Love looks through a telescope; envy, through a microscope.”
Josh Billings, Everybody’s Friend, Or Josh Billing’s Encyclopedia and Proverbial Philosophy of Wit and Humor, 1874
[…] You don’t remember what to say You don’t remember what to do You don’t remember which way to go You don’t remember who to choose You wheel, you steal, you feel, you kneel down
Pleasant Street | A song by Tim Buckley, 1967
“Silence is sometimes an argument of consent.”
On [:] Argument | Thomas Hobbes, 1651
Jean Seberg on set of Bonjour Tristesse, 1958
Behind the Scenes | Fred Astaire / Audrey Hepburn / Lucia Bosé / Christopher Lee / Sylva Koscina / Chris Marker / Orson Welles / Robert Bresson / Luis Buñuel / Anouk Aimée / Grace Kelly / Jeanne Moreau / Delphine Seyrig / Jean-Pierre Léaud / Jean Seberg, 1956-59
Instant Views [o.] Tulsa | Photos by Larry Clark, 1962-73
“A baby running after her mother, begging to be picked up, and she tugs on her skirts, holding her back as she tries to hurry off—all tears, fawning up at her, till she takes her in her arms.”
On [:] Fawn | Homer, c 660 BCE
“Seeing ourselves clearly is the project of a lifetime.”
Alphabetarion # Clear | Nathan Hill, 2016
“I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.”
Days [ ) Else | Jack Kerouac, 1957
(Ποιος είπε ότι ο Θεός απαιτεί πλούτο ή υψηλή αισθητική για να τον γνωρίσεις;) Δεν θυμάμαι καμία άλλη γεύση να φέρνει πιο κοντά στην ουσία της τον έρωτα, καμία. Εικάζω πως στον καθένα ο ερωτισμός θα’ χει άλλη γεύση, φράουλας ή σοκολάτας ή ακόμα και βασιλικού […]
Ε’ ή Στας Αιθέρας Εξιλεωμένη ΧΙI | Γεωργία Καλαφάτη, 2025
“It is easy to become a father, but very difficult to be a father.”
Days [ ) Be | Wilhelm Busch, 1832-1908
“There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.”
Homer
Thoughts on { Longing | Homer / Virginia Woolf / T.H. White / Khalil Gibran / Edna St. Vincent Millay / David Foster Wallace / Roger de Bussy-Rabutin
Friendship | A poem by Gregory Markopoulos, 1964 >
“Occupation means that you cannot trust the OPEN SKY, or any open street near to the gates of snipers tower. It means that you cannot trust the future or have faith that the past will always be there.”
[…]
Alphabetarion # Occupation | Suheir Hammad, 1973-
“In her eyes that hung upon mine, I could read depth beyond depth of passion and sadness, lights of poetry and hope, blackness of despair, and thoughts that were above the earth. It was a lovely body, but the inmate, the soul was more than worthy of that lodging.”
“What is mine, then, and what am I? If not a curve in this poor body of mine (which you love, and for the sake of which you dotingly dream that you love me) not a gesture that I can frame.[…]”
Book//mark – Olalla | Robert Louis Stevenson, 1885