Fleurs et Couronnes

There is a whole life in an hour of love. —Honoré de Balzac

[petaltexturedskies]

All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person's (or thing's) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time's relentless melt.

Susan Sontag, On Photography (originally published in 1977)

[shisasan]

I pray in words. I pray in poems. I want to learn to pray through breathing, through dreams and sleeplessness, through love and renunciation.

Anna Kamienska, In That Great River: A Notebook

[noverim-te]

So a little spring prays to the ocean, so the beating heart prays to the heart of the universe, so the little word prays to the great Logos, so a dust speck prays to the earth, so the earth prays to the cosmos, so the one prays to the billion, so human love prays to God’s love, so always prays to never, so the moment prays to eternity, so the snowflake prays to winter, so the frightened beast prays to the forest silence, so uncertainty prays to beauty itself.

And all these prayers are heard.

—Anna Kamieńska In the Great River: A Notebook

love is a place

[jnjo]

Bruno Barbey

[poetry-siir]

[nevver]

Madman stikes again, Richard Sandler

[rihaaish-deactivated20260511]

"Nothing Twice" by Wislawa Szymborska

Nothing can ever happen twice. In consequence, the sorry fact is that we arrive here improvised and leave without the chance to practice.

Even if there is no one dumber, if you're the planet's biggest dunce, you can't repeat the class in summer: this course is only offered once.

No day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precisely the same way, with precisely the same kisses.

One day, perhaps some idle tongue mentions your name by accident: I feel as if a rose were flung into the room, all hue and scent.

The next day, though you're here with me, I can't help looking at the clock: A rose? A rose? What could that be? Is it a flower or a rock?

Why do we treat the fleeting day with so much needless fear and sorrow? It's in its nature not to stay: Today is always gone tomorrow.

With smiles and kisses, we prefer to seek accord beneath our star, although we're different (we concur) just as two drops of water are.

translated from the Polish by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh

[fleursetcouronnes]

[fleursetcouronnes]

[blessedscavengers]

this is the vibe from here on out

made in 2025

[madonna-of-the-wasps]

[leonardcohenofficial]

[nevver]

Dead at 78, David Lynch

[adeshua]

Barkley L. Hendricks, Portrait of a Lagosian, 1978

[distantvoices]

Marc Angathe, Faye, John, Efsane, Kalilou Diakite, Amara Keita, Junior, Elisse and Marcel J by Malick Bodian for M Le magazine du Monde April 2024

Styled by Ib Kamara. Makeup by Keren Malan.

[theimpossiblecool]

“Everything alters me, but nothing changes me.”

Salvador Dali.

[theimpossiblecool]

"Much success to you, even if you wish me the opposite." - Nas