#alan brown

[great-photography-attributed]

Supporting act. by Alan Brown

@ the Hatton.

Source: flickr.com

[dance-world]

Ryan Steele and Reed Luplau in the film Five Dances - Directed by Alan Brown

[thefugitivesaint]

Alan Brown, 'A Dream Builds its Own World', 2022

[majestativa]

Was it vertigo or some somber ecstasy?

BLAISE CENDRARS — Moravagine, transl. by Alan Brown, (1990)

[majestativa]

Love is a deadly poison, a vice, a vice that one wants to see shared, and that if one of the two involved is smitten, the other is often [...] possessed.

BLAISE CENDRARS — Moravagine, transl. by Alan Brown, (1990)

[majestativa]

Love is masochistic. These cries and complaints, these sweet alarms, this anguished state of lovers, this suspense, this latent pain that is just below the surface, almost unexpressed, these thousand and one anxieties over the loved one’s absence, this feeling of time rushing by, this touchiness, these fits of temper, these long daydreams, this childish fickleness of behavior, this moral torture where vanity and self-esteem, or perhaps honor, upbringing and modesty are at stake, these highs and lows in the nervous tone, these leaps of the imagination, this fetishism, this cruel precision of the senses, whipping and probing, the collapse, the prostration, the abdication, the self-abasement, the perpetual loss and recovery of one’s personality, these stammered words and phrases, these pet names, this intimacy, these hesitations in physical contact, these epileptic tremors, these successive and ever more frequent relapses, this more and more turbulent and stormy passion with its ravages progressing to the point of the complete inhibition and annihilation of the soul, the debility of the senses, the exhaustion of the marrow, the erasure of the brain and even the desiccation of the heart, this yearning for ruin, for destruction, for mutilation, this need of effusiveness, of adoration, of mysticism, this insatiability which expresses itself in hyper-irritability of the mucous membranes, in errant taste, in vasomotor or peripheral disorders, and which conjures up jealousy and vengeance, crimes, prevarications and treacheries, this idolatry, this incurable melancholy, this apathy, this profound moral misery, this definitive and harrowing doubt, this despair—are not all these stigmata the very symptoms of love in which we can first diagnose, then trace with a sure hand, the clinical curve of masochism?

BLAISE CENDRARS — Moravagine, transl. by Alan Brown, (1990)

[majestativa]

Her fiery eloquence was irresistible. She grouped her facts succinctly, explained them and gave them the emphasis that suited her purpose, then suddenly drew conclusions from them which were astonishing in their simple, concise logic.

BLAISE CENDRARS — Moravagine, transl. by Alan Brown, (1990)

[majestativa]

She was a mixture of tragic actress and prophetess.

BLAISE CENDRARS — Moravagine, transl. by Alan Brown, (1990)