Muséum étrusque de Lucien Bonaparte, prince de Canino, fouilles de 1828 à 1829. 1830. Cover.
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Muséum étrusque de Lucien Bonaparte, prince de Canino, fouilles de 1828 à 1829. 1830. Cover.
“It was suddenly dark, like a downpour. I stood in a room that contained every moment – a butterfly museum. And the sun still as strong as before. Its impatient brushes were painting the world.”
— ‘Secrets on the Way’ by Tomas Tranströmer
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“Time is not a straight line, it’s more of a labyrinth, and if you press close to the wall at the right place you can hear the hurrying steps and the voices, you can hear yourself walking past on the other side.”
— Tomas Tranströmer (1931-2015), from “Answers to Letters”, in: “The Great Enigma”, translated from the Swedish by Robin Fulton
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“For us, it is enough that the grass grows sideways into the loam, and that the wind is curious, silent tonight.”
— John Ashbery, from “At the Station”, Wakefulness: Poems
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You were, when I met you, both things for me: the sensuous and the spiritual. That can never come asunder…
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I would go out under the stars and enter the smallness of being that was mine, and I would disappear into the emptiness within, and it seemed enormous.
– Mark Strand, from “Wooley,” Mr. and Mrs. Baby and Other Stories (Ecco, 1994)
Félix Vallotton (Swiss-French, 1865-1925)
Les Pommes 1911
“The world passes by above my head in place of the sky, of course. I watch that world pass by.”
— Marguerite Duras, from the screenplay Hiroshima mon amour (Argos Films, 1959)
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