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Alain Laboile
https://www.lensculture.com/articles/alain-laboile-la-famille#slideshow
Sylvia Ong
Silent Fields 2, 2024 Oil and graphite on canvas
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Federico García Lorca, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Federico García Lorca
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"Stille Tage' (días tranquilos)
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Federico García Lorca, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Federico García Lorca
“Your words were never quite as convincing as your silence.”
— tumblr - Helaena C Moon / instagram - helaena.c.moon
* laconic *
sometimes silence
is all that
my soul
has to offer
the draining blood
often feels to be
like glue
unable to move
the heart
has faint whispers
which dance
in tear droplets
under the hollowed
memory-bank
chambers
restless thoughts
roll into dark
thunderous clouds
settling in the
forgotten pit
sometimes
silence
is all that exists
© ScriptedSilence. All rights reserved
Pic credit - Livy Everdeen
“I don’t feel particularly proud of myself. But when I walk alone in the woods or lie in the meadows, all is well.”
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Friends, Family, and Editors
You happened to me. You were as deep down as I’ve ever been. You were inside me like my pulse.
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Losing my timing this late in my career
And where are the clowns
Quick send in the clowns
Don't bother they're here"
C l o w n
Marianne Breslauer, self-portrait.
"The Windmills of your Mind"