Chelsea Wolfe | Green Altar — Woodstock / Green Altar (2021)

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Chelsea Wolfe | Green Altar — Woodstock / Green Altar (2021)
“you lay bare my subterranean heart / with its roses […] / and wings of beasts of prey”
— Salvatore Quasimodo, from Suffered Forms of Trees (tr. by Jack Bevan)
Juul Kraijer
“All cords easily untied but the one binding me to what I loved.“
– Anaïs Nin, from “The Labyrinth,” Under a Glass Bell and Other Stories (Swallow Press, 1995)
HOLY FAWN | Blood Pact — The Black Moon (2020)
Jean Michel Biborel: Flower Figures N°02 (2016)
Does the cosmic space in which we dissolve taste of us?
Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies
The Seven Seas - Martin Wickström , 2018.
Swedish , b. 1957 -
Oil on canvas , 80 x 60 cm. 31.50 x 23.62 in.
In this mouth I gather darkness, an aria, rosewater tongue, tympanic bone, a poem more quiet than quietness, a bronze song, something undone, salvia, a crushed butterfly. It is the blood on a light bulb, the seventh sadness, a fluctuation that closes oceans and eyes. The vermilion and solitary luminary shimmies and singes the feathers of the aviary.
Simone Muench, from “Elegy for the Unsaid”
Life on Venus | Camera Obscura — Homewards (2022)
桜の花を名残り惜しんで、月と残桜。(2016年4月11日)
“Time, like a swallow’s shadow cutting across the grass, Faint, darker, then faint again, Imprints our ecstasy, and scores us. And time will finish this, not I, and write it out, as only time can.”
— Charles Wright, from “Summer Mornings,” A Short History of the Shadow (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2002)
Coma (Bertrand Bonello, 2022)
But I hear only your voice, your voice soars with the zing and precision of an arrow, it drops with the gravity of rain,
your voice scatters the highest swords and returns with its cargo of violets: it accompanies me through the sky.
—Pablo Neruda, from “LII”, 100 Love Sonnets
青葉市子 (Ichiko Aoba) | Prologue — Windswept Adan (2020)
Photos by Iwakura Shiori