t-tt

Nie down, höchstens downtown!

[electripipedream]

Jan Dobkowski, 1970s

[getthatpoetry]

Fire by Joy Harjo

a woman can’t survive

by her own breath

                                alone

she must know

the voices of mountains

she must recognize

the foreverness of blue sky

she must flow

with the elusive

bodies

of night wind woman

who will take her into

her own self

look at me

i am not a separate woman

i am a continuance

of blue sky

i am the throat

of the sandia mountains

a night wind woman

who burns

with every breath

she takes.

[sakrogoat]

Aleksandra Waliszewska

[drakontomalloi]

Remedios Varo - The Encounter. 1959

[minima--moralia]

“and I speak and my word is peace and I speak and my word is earth and I speak and Joy bursts in the new sun”

— Aimé Césaire, in The Collected Poetry

[maryan-ku]

Remedios Varo: Reflejo lunar, 1961

[surreelust]

The Turning Point of Thirst by Victor Brauner (1934)

[baskiet]

‘Into the Light’  Digital collage 2018 © Pascal Verzijl

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Vampire flowers, honey, soul poison.”

— Aimé Césaire, tr. by Anselm Hollo, from “Poplars and Aspens,” (edited)

[surreelust]

Insomnio I by Remedios Varo (1947)

[theartsyproject]

John William Waterhouse, <i>Mariamne Leaving The Judgement Seat Of Herod</i>, 1887.

[lifeinpoetry]

“But what are we really guilty of?—the blood memory of what / we can’t forgive ourselves for.”

— M. L. Smoker, from “Equilibrium,” New Poets of Native Nations

[vladtheunfollower]

Hellelil and Hildebrand, “The Meeting on the Turret Stairs” (1864) by Irish painter Frederic William Burton

[retroavangarda]

Kenojuak Ashevak, Quivering Seagull, 2004

[mythologyofblue]

Pascal Verzijl

[sarita-daniele]

“I have forgotten the reason, forgive me. I have forgotten my name in the language I was born to, forgive me.”

— Joy Harjo, “Returning from the Enemy” from A Map to the Next World

[stainsonthepage]

Birds From the Sea (1960) by Kenojuak Ashevak