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transangelicism

regarding the röttgen pietà, elle emerson

huariqueje

Re- reading - Jo Bertini , 2017.

Australian, b. 1964 -

oil on canvas, 92 x 92 cm.

weltenwellen

Martha Gellhorn, Selected Letters

octopusgirl

My Heart Is Always With You, Tracey Emin, 2014

metamorphesque

October is my empire. Terror is part of me. 一 Tamura Ryūichi

1. Alfonsina Storni, 2. Cy Twombly, 3. William Stanley Merwin, 4. Cy Twombly, 5. Virginia Woolf, 6. Jorge Albericio, 7. Gala Mukomolova, 8. Andrei Tarkovsky, 9. Czesław Miłosz, 10. Andrei Tarkovsky, 11. Thomas Wolfe, 12. Andrei Tarkovsky, 13. Louise Glück

kafaminguzelligi

saud-73

briscal

firstfullmoon

“Down the road there is an old man who sits in a chair under the porch of his front door to enjoy the sun. He is very old. In fact, he is dying. And because I know this, every time I pass him I pass the time of day with him. I tell him he is getting brown in the sun. Or he asks me about the price of the vegetables in my shopping bag – once he lived in the country – and I answer him at length and with great warmth. Why do I do this? It is a natural reaction. Soon he will die, he will be dead as Laszlo, and I want him between now and then, and perhaps even at the moment of dying, to have good thoughts, not of me personally, but of the living, of the world he leaves. I want to give him reason for thinking the best possible thoughts. And so it has been for every artist.”

— John Berger, A Painter of Our Time: A Novel (via soracities)

firstfullmoon

There’s a poem in my head like too many cups of coffee. A pea under twenty eiderdowns. A sadness in my heart like stone. A telephone. And always my night madness that outs like bats across this Texas sky.

— Sandra Cisneros, from “Night Madness Poem,” in Loose Woman