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Fly little bird reach heaven
“Honesty is difficult. It is easier to hide in the crowd and to drown one’s own guilt in that of the human race.”
— Søren Kierkegaard, Three Discourses on Imagined Occasions
La Perla flogger
Ph. ILona Olkonen
From “Presence” by Alessandro Silverj (@alessandrosilverj via @zone_mag
Araki Nobuyoshi (1949)
Flower Rondeau《》
nidaros cathedral in trondheim, norway
“It would be glorious to see mankind at leisure for once. It is nothing but work, work, work.”
— Henry David Thoreau, “Life Without Principle”
Self-portrait, Big Sur, c. 1963
Hunter S. Thompson
'Alone Together' by Maria Kreyn
This work captures a unique moment in an erotic relationship-the profound ambivalence that comes with romantic love. The woman is both pulling her lover in, and looking away at the same time. She is neither happy nor sad, suspended in that liminal state. The male is far less complex, content to bury his head in her neck, symbolically admitting his desire to know only this moment, while the woman looks into the past and the future, both holding on and letting go.
Desire is resurrection. The soul is an onslaught.
CHARLES OLSON — A Sulfur Anthology [Ed. Clayton Eshleman], (2016)
“We spoke all night in tongues, in fingertips, in teeth.”
- Robert Hass, Spring