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Musée Nissim de Camondo, Paris. [x]
A Bronx Morning (Jay Leyda, 1931).
And you wait, you wait for that one thing that will infinitely enlarge your life; the gigantic, the stupendous, the awakening of stones, depths turned round toward you.
-Rilke, “Memory,” trans. by Edward Snow
“WHAT DEFINES A PERSON? ‘[T]he laughs, the gestures, the wrinkles, the lines, the fatigue, the smiles, the grimaces, the fury[.]’”
— John Berger, Understanding a Photograph
Wondering if you know of a letter a man, moderately famous poet wrote to an ex wife or girlfriend who had died as he was dying, moderately old. It was a love letter and very sweet, container the phrase “I’ll meet up with you soon” or some variation thereof. Written after 1950 I believe
yes, it’s Leonard Cohen’s letter to Marianne Ihlen, shortly before her death in 2016:
Villa Cimbrone, Ravello, Italy (by sandromars)
We lie as if we are the first people on earth, or the last, the sun coming down on us, the water cold, our every action of the utmost importance, as if, like children, we know that no one else really exists.
Philipp Meyer, The Son (via quotespile)
That’s what makes me sad: life is so different from books. I wish it were the same: clear, logical, organized.
Pierrot le Fou (1965) dir. Jean Luc Godard
“You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you.”
— Haruki Murakami
Most people have forgotten nowadays what a house can mean, though some of us have come to realize it as never before. It is a kingdom of its own in the midst of the world, a stronghold amid life’s storms and stresses, a refuge, even a sanctuary.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Letters and Papers from Prison (via sacred-dwellings)
The Ludwigskirche in Munich, 1908, Wassily Kandinsky
Medium: oil,cardboard
Friday Night (2002)
Is it so small a thing To have enjoy’d the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have loved, to have thought, to have done; […]
— Matthew Arnold, excerpt from “Empedocles on Etna”
Freedom, I write your name, 1953, Fernand Léger
Minneapolis housing development burning during last night’s George Floyd protests. Source anon.