llaqueadura

cinq cent mille morts chinois, trois cents corps de petits amis.

[joaoarias]

tant que la tête est sur le cou, création 1978 duo de claire heggen et yves marc.

[inthisrealityorinanother]

16|12|2020

[met-drawings-prints]

Design for stained glass windows in Ditteridge Church by Edward William Godwin, Metropolitan Museum of Art: Drawings and Prints

Gift of Royal Institute of British Architects, 1963 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Medium: Watercolor, pen and black ink, graphite

http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/363689

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Portrait of a Man by Egon Schiele, Metropolitan Museum of Art: Drawings and Prints

Bequest of Scofield Thayer, 1982 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Medium: Drypoint

http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/363672

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Rachel Goswell, Slowdive

[davidhudson]

Simone de Beauvoir, January 9, 1908 – April 14, 1986.

[davidhudson]

Susannah York, January 9, 1939 - January 15, 2011.

With Albert Finney on the set of Tony Richardson’s Tom Jones (1963).

[lindahall]

Jacob Bontius – Scientists of the Day

Jacob Bontius, a Dutch physician and naturalist, died Nov. 30, 1631 at age 38 or 39.  

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[hojechove]

when I was nine

I begged God to cease my existence.

in that cold night

while I looked at the yellowish street lights

that came through my windows

I felt ignored by the Creator

tears streamed down my face

I passed out hoping to be a child again

or to be

nothing

I thought God hadn't listened to me

but now I realize he did

everyday I get smaller and weaker

pound by pound, I disappear

everyday my memories get blurred

as if I was an empty receptacle

of a soul that has never been beared

my lust was everything I had left

but it's slowly making its way out of my flesh

ripping my body, breaking my ribcage

trying to get away from the hell

I have became

virtues and sins are disgusted by what I am

I am becoming a cold shell that

kids throw back on the ground

when they can't hear the waves inside me

like the shell,

I am what's left from what once existed

my duty on earth is to disintegrate

so when I look at myself in the mirror,

perceive I'm slowing fading away

and my bones are popping out

I finally feel like I have accomplished

something

[nobrashfestivity]

Wilhelm List, 1903

From the  Ver Sacrum (‘Sacred Spring’ in Latin) which was the official magazine of the Vienna Secession from 1898 to 1903.

[nobrashfestivity]

Sendai Photographic Group, White Cat on Steps, Sendai, Japan

[prosaversoearte]

Depois que uma pessoa perder o respeito de si mesma e o respeito de suas próprias necessidades – depois disso fica-se um pouco um trapo.

Clarice Lispector, em carta a Tania Kaufmann. 06.01.1948. no livro “Correspondências”. Rocco, 2015 (via temploculturaldelfos)

[artist-hodler]

Study of the disappointed souls or Weary of life, 1891, Ferdinand Hodler

[la-semillera]

Jennifer Durrant & Adrienne Rich

IV

Vuelvo a casa de estar contigo a través de la temprana luz de la primavera

que destella sobre paredes corrientes, el Pez Dorado,

el baratillo, la zapatería…Voy cargada con mi bolsa

de la compra, me precipito hacia el ascensor,

donde un hombre, tenso, mayor, afectadamemte sereno,

deja que la puerta casi se cierre ante mí. ¡Por Dios, sujétela!,

le grazno. Histérica, murmura a mi paso.

Entro a la cocina, descargo los paquetes,

hago café, abro la ventana, pongo a Nina Simone

que canta Here comes the sun… Abro el correo,

mientras bebo el delicioso café, la deliciosa música,

mi cuerpo aún a la vez ligero y grávido de ti. Cae

del correo una fotocopia de algo escrito por un hombre

de veintisiete años, un rehén, torturado en prisión:

Mis genitales han sido objeto de tal despliegue de sadismo

que me mantienen constantemente despierto por el dolor…

Haz lo que puedas para sobrevivir.

Sabes, creo que a los hombres les encantan las guerras…

Y mi incurable indignación, mis irreparables heridas

revientan en lágrimas, lloro desconsolada,

y ellos todavía controlan el mundo, y tú no estás entre mis brazos.

 - Adrienne Rich, de Veintiún poemas de amor. En El sueño de una Lengua común. Poesía Sexto Piso. Versión de Patricia Gonzalo de Jesús.

- Jennifer Durrant, Ghirlanda Series, Sighs to sing Nº 1

[musicktoplayinthedark]

Sonic Youth 1983

[modernerealisateur]

[corporatemagsstillsuck]

Yeah Yeah Yeahs- The Face- Early 00s- Photos by Terry Richardson