Adam by Nicholay Tolmachov on Flickr.
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Adam by Nicholay Tolmachov on Flickr.
â Mary Oliver, Entering the Kingdom
VocĂȘs construĂram para vocĂȘs mesmos armaduras psĂquicas; e protegidos por elas, sua visĂŁo Ă© restrita, seus movimentos sĂŁo atrapalhados e dolorosos, sua pele Ă© ferida e seu espĂrito Ă© grelhado pelo Sol. Eu sou o caos. Eu sou a substĂąncia da qual seus artistas e cientistas constroem ritmos. Eu sou o espĂrito com o qual suas crianças e palhaços riem em feliz anarquia. Eu sou o caos. Eu estou viva, e eu lhes digo que sĂŁo livres.
Kerry Wendell Thornley e Malaclypse the Younger in Principia Discordia, 1965.
Medusa (Laura Dreyfus Barney), 1892
Alice Pike Barney
The Dream of a Ridiculous Man - Aleksandr Petrov, 1992
Man is the most bungled of all the animals, the sickliest, and not one has strayed more dangerously from its instincts. But for all that, he is of course the most interesting.
Friedrich Nietzsche, The Antichrist (via philosophybits)
'Artemis Bathing'. Luke Hillestad.
âKeep your cool, no matter what.â Marco Melgrati, 2019.
https://www.salzmanart.com/marco-melgrati.html
Agarrava-se a um fiapo de consciĂȘncia e repetia mentalmente sem cessar: eu sou, eu sou, eu sou. Quem era, Ă© que nĂŁo sabia. Fora buscar no prĂłprio profundo e negro Ăąmago de si mesma o sopro de vida que Deus nos dĂĄ."
Clarice Lispector in âA hora da estrelaâ, 1977.
Les Fleurs du Sommeil â Achilles Theodore Cesbron (1849-1913)
ÂżCuĂĄndo despertarĂ©? by JosĂ© MarĂa PĂ©rez Nuñez
Photography by Stian Norum Herlofsen
A vida mesmo injusta continuava.
Charles Bukowski, em algum momento da histĂłria.
Domenico Tintoretto, The Penitent Magdalene, 1598-1602 c. (details)