L' Écume des jours

"Le plus clair de mon temps, je le passe à l'obscurcir, parce que la lumière me gêne." Boris Vian

[e-s-p-a-r-t-a]

[vitalum]

[invdious]

[l-ecume-des-jours]

[l-ecume-des-jours]

Emma Katka

[sylestial]

““We find beauty not in the thing itself but in the patterns of shadows, the light and the darkness, that one thing against another creates.””

—  Jun'ichirō Tanizaki (via journalofanobody)

[philomena-famulok]

©Philomena Famulok

A sad memory (mixed media, 2023)

[hellodailycuriosity]

Hints of Spring

[rhade-zapan]

Secret Beyond the Door | Fritz Lang | 1948

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[hellodailycuriosity]

These foggy days

[derangedrhythms]

“… and I am thinking of you somehow …”

— Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters ⁠— Brother Dennis Farrell, 22nd December 1961

[l-ecume-des-jours]

[l-ecume-des-jours]

[firstfullmoon]

“Come home. Do you hear? / My lungs are thick with the smoke / of your absence.”

— Raymond Carver, from “A Forge, and a Scythe,” in All Of Us: Collected Poems

[quotespile]

“But he stays by the window, remembering that life. They had laughed. They had leaned on each other and laughed until the tears had come, while everything else—the cold and where he’d go in it—was outside, for a while anyway.”

— Raymond Carver, What We Talk About When We Talk About Love

[soracities]

“I’ve crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I’ve come to a place I never thought I’d have to come to. And I don’t know how I got here. It’s a strange place. It’s a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations of death and annihilation.”

— Carver, Raymond. Where I’m Calling From: New and Selected Stories.

[soracities]

“To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked.”

— Anne Carson, from Red Doc   (via days-of-reading)