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Our lives run faster.
Our lives are
like timelapses.
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There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – We can find no scar, But internal difference – Where the Meanings, are – None may teach it – Any – 'Tis the seal Despair – An imperial affliction Sent us of the Air – When it comes, the Landscape listens – Shadows – hold their breath – When it goes, 'tis like the Distance On the look of Death –
Un hombre que cultiva su jardín, como quería Voltaire./ El que agradece que en la tierra haya música./ El que descubre con placer una etimología./ Dos empleados que en un café del Sur juegan un silencioso ajedrez./ El ceramista que premedita un color y una forma./ El tipógrafo que compone bien esta página, que tal vez no le agrada./ Una mujer y un hombre que leen los tercetos finales de cierto canto./ El que acaricia a un animal dormido./ El que justifica o quiere justificar un mal que le han hecho./ El que agradece que en la tierra haya Stevenson./ El que prefiere que los otros tengan razón./ Esas personas, que se ignoran, están salvando el mundo.
Noches hubo en que me creí tan seguro de poder olvidarla que voluntariamente la recordaba.
Fragmento de El Aleph, Jorge Luis Borges (via alexandrave)
Te llamo y no vienes. Te amo y no vienes.
Alejandra Pizarnik (via alexandrave)
Alexander Calder: Dog, 1926-31, Wood, clothespin, and wire, 3-7/8 x 5-5/8 x 1-1/2”, Calder Foundation, New York.
Alexander Calder, On Yellow, Smithsonian American Art Museum, Gift of the Woodward Foundation
-Bridget
Alexander Calder, from the book Animal sketching, 1927. Via Elisava
Alexander Calder
"The universe is real but you can’t see it. You have to imagine it. Once you imagine it, you can be realistic about reproducing it." —Alexander Calder
One of the most celebrated sculptors of the 20th century, Alexander Calder was born on this day in 1898, in Pennsylvania.
Upon moving to Paris in 1926, Calder befriended several important Abstract artists, including Joan Miró (Spanish, 1896-1983) and Piet Mondrian (Dutch, 1872-1944), and was invited to join the group Abstraction-Création in 1931. Inspired by the work of his fellow artists, he incorporated Abstract Kinetic elements into his sculptures, creating the Mobiles he is best known for today.
Alexander Calder
A. Calder
Alexander Calder
¿Cuantas veces te abandonaste antes de que te abandonase quien decía amarte?
~ (via kristoffer-salazariev)
No tienes más que ingerirme,
ponme debajo de la lengua,
no tienes más que tragarme,
con un sorbo de agua basta.
Sé enfrentarme a la desgracia,
soportar malas noticias,
paliar la injusticia,
llenar de luz el vacío de Dios,
elegir un sombrero de luto que favorezca.
¿A qué esperas?
confía en la piedad química.
Todavía eres joven,
debes seguir en la brecha.
¿Quién dice
que vivir requiere valor?
Dame tu abismo,
lo acolcharé de sueño,
me estarás para siempre agradecida.
Véndeme tu alma.
No te saldrá otro comprador.
No existe ningún otro diablo.
Wisława Szymborska
No importa si cuando llame el amor
Yo estoy muerta.
Vendré.
Siempre vendré
Si alguna vez
Llama el amor.
Alejandra Pizarnik