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@kotompoukia
I JUST WANT TO FORGET ANY OF THIS EVER EXISTED
La maman et la putain (Jean Eustache, 1973)
Και κάνω βόλτες μέσα στην Αθήνα
Αλλάζει η ζωή μες στην ατέλειωτη βουή
Κάποιος στον δρόμο φώναξε ξεκίνα
Πιο δίπλα κάποιος πέθαινε απ’ την πείνα
Fiona Apple performing in 1996
MARY OLIVER
‘August’, published in Poetry magazine (1993);
personal pictures and edit
“Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.” Lord Byron
Πώς πάει;
Γαμιώντας.
Θα θελα
Πολύ φίλη μου
Location: Thessaloniki
Yayoi Kusama
I’m here but nothing
Yayoi Kusama began hallucinating spots atop the surfaces of her world at a young age. In these dots, at once simple and boundless, Kusama found a way to break away from the self and look into infinity.
“The gaze, human or animal, is a powerful thing. When we look at something, we decide to fill our entire existence, however briefly, with that very thing. To fill your whole world with a person, if only for a few seconds, is a potent act. And it can be a dangerous one. Sometimes we are not seen enough, and other times we are seen too thoroughly, we can be exposed, seen through, even devoured. Hunters examine their prey obsessively in order to kill it. The line between desire and elimination, to me, can be so small. But that is who we are. There must be some beauty—and if not beauty, meaning—in that brutal power. I am still trying, and mostly failing, to find it.”
— Ocean Vuong, Survival as a Creative Force
απειρισμός
και είναι -να! που νικήσαμε κάθε υλική φθορά όλες τις φορές που αφορμές γίναμε για τέχνη
hir·aeth
/‘hir,āeth/
noun a homesickness for a home you can not return to or a home that never was.
“I can resist everything except temptation.”
Latin: Posse resistere omnia praeter temptatum.
Greek: δύναμαι ἀντέχειν πᾶσι πλήν τοῦ δελέατος.
— Oscar Wilde