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A Portrait of My Sister, 8 October 2017 V. B. Borjen

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Linda & Nikolka, September 2017, ink and markers on Leuchtturm1917 paper

(c) V. B. Borjen

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"What a lovely afternoon and evening. Now we'd better have lunch." "I'm very hungry," I said. "I worked at the café on café crème." "How did it go, Tatie?" "I think all right. I hope so. What do we have for lunch?" "Little radishes, and good foie de veau with mashed potatoes and an endive salad. Apple tart." "And we're going to have all the books in the world to read and when we go on trips we can take them." "Would that be honest?" "Sure." "Does she [Sylvia Beach] have Henry James too?" "Sure." "My," she said. "We're lucky that you found the place." "We're always lucky," I said and like a fool I did not knock on wood. There was wood everywhere in that apartment to knock on too. --Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast #hemingway #paris #sylviabeach #shakespeareandcompany #sketch #drawing #inktoberneverends #inkonpaper #lamyjoy #knockonwood #amoveablefeast #parisyears #thelostgeneration #earnesthemingway #vbborjen

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A five-minute sketch of an autumn moment; a Saturday outing of a precarious writer, sipping rooibos tea and munching on a sandwich while reading Woolf's letters from 1933. The bench was hard and not at all comfy. The sunshine, however, delicious. ○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ "And Lord Ethel, there's all my relations in law at Worthing, oh how they turn me sick -- coming over in their boots and furs, and talking talking -- readymade reach me down chatter -- hearts of gold, eyes brimming with sympathy -- you'd like them: so do I: in the abstract." [HAHA!] ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○● #inktoberneverends #inktober2017 #indiaink #markers #sketch #landscape #kravihora #brno #virginiawoolf #letters #sketchbook #functionalistchurch #vbborjen (at Kraví Hora)

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12 February 2017 diary drawing inspired by Svetlana Alexievich's Chernobyl Prayer: A Chronicle of the Future / crtež iz dnevnika inspirisan proznim djelom Černobiljska molitva: hronika budućnosti, Svetlane Aleksijevič — "Više od svega u Černobilju se pamti život "posle svega": stvari bez čoveka, pejzaž bez čoveka. Put u nigde, dalekovodi u nigde. Svaki čas pomisliš: šta je ovo — prošlost ili budućnost? Meni se ponekad čini da pišem o budućnosti..." — #drawing #crtez #diary #dnevnik #quote #svetlana #alexievich #nobelprize #literature #chernobyl #chernobylprayer #indiaink #ink #inktoberneverends #sketch #illustration #vbborjen (at Brno, Czech Republic)

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"The fact that until recently the word 'shit' appeared in print as s-- has nothing to do with moral considerations. You can't claim that shit is immoral, after all! The objection to shit is a metaphysical one. The daily defecation session is daily proof of the unacceptability of Creation. Either/or: either shit is acceptable (in which case don't lock yourself in the bathroom!) or we are created in an unacceptable manner. It follows, then, that the aesthetic ideal of the categorical agreement with being is a world in which shit is denied and everyone acts as though it did not exist. This aesthetic ideal is called kitsch. 'Kitsch' is a German word born in the middle of the sentimental nineteenth century, and from German it entered all Western languages. Repeated use, however, has obliterated its original metaphysical meaning: kitsch is the absolute denial of shit, in both the literal and the figurative senses of the word; kitsch excludes everything from its purview which is essentially unacceptable in human existence." --Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being #shit #kitsch #kundera #drawing #indiaink #doodlinginBrno #vbborjen #inktoberneverends

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S PODIGNUTOM RUKOM Mehmedalija Mak Dizdar S podignutom rukom do beskraja neba Znamenjima veljim oko sebe velim Sva nasušna slova spletena od greba Što me zaustavi u kretanju bonom Bol da pojača na putu Ka onom Stani Velim suncu Što tjeme mi prži Velim zemlji čvrsto što me drži Velim danu što opet odlazi Velim zmiji drevnoj što okolo plazi Velim Pametaru Što gori i plamti Kad pohodom čestim ka rukama mojim Još uvijek me misli i uvijek se pamti Velim A ništa Ne zastaje Okolo mene je sve isto I jednako u kretanju svome Ne okreće se za sobom Teče i jednako traje (U stvari svi rade svoj jadan I uzaludan posao) I riječ Rečena u pustinji ovoj Nemušta i nijema gubi se i nestaje Samo je moj krik Čvrst kao ovaj moj kamen Postojan i stalan

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"I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch He said to me, "you must not ask for so much" And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door She cried to me, "hey, why not ask for more?" Oh, like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free" -- Leonard Cohen, Bird on the Wire