Uncredited Photographer Franz Kafka, Prague 1917
“Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence… “ Franz Kafka, “"The Silence of the Sirens" 1917
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Uncredited Photographer Franz Kafka, Prague 1917
“Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence… “ Franz Kafka, “"The Silence of the Sirens" 1917
𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
“We can’t see. But feel some awful thing, and we don’t want to talk.”
— Anna Akhmatova, from Selected Poems; Anno Domini. Trans. D.M. Thomas.
Samuel Beckett in 1971 with his Gucci hobo bag.
(via Telegraph: Ninety Years of Gucci)
“Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.”
— Samuel Beckett (via drunk-on-books)
“My mistakes are my life.”
— Samuel Beckett (via drunk-on-books)
Samuel Beckett nowhere, nowhen. Photo by Barbara Bray.
“Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me. A ton of worms in an acre, that is a wonderful thought, a ton of worms, I believe it.”
— Samuel Beckett (via the-consumers)
John Minihan (b. 1946) Samuel Beckett directs Waiting for Godot. Photograph at the Riverside Theatre, London, 1984 - gelatin silver print
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“Nothing is funnier than unhappiness.”
Samuel Beckett (Irish, 1906-1989)
if an instance of violence discredits the movement then why don’t y’all hate the police?
“In love with the words that create small nights in the uncreatedness of the day and its ferocious void”
— Alejandra Pizarnik, from Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972; Small Prose Poems.
Since we’re all going to die, it’s obvious that when and how don’t matter.
Albert Camus, The Stranger (1942)
Reizei Tamehiro | The Picture Contest (Eawase), Calligraphic Excerpt from Chapter 17 of the Tale of Genji (Genji monogatari)
The fact that all countries are incentivized to "reopen" at the same time at the beginning of the month, regardless of their progress in COVID cases, should in itself be damning evidence of Capitalism's brutality, but nobody will report it as such & it will be covered as a "tragic inevitability"