“There is no other home”, Soviet poster, 1986.

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“There is no other home”, Soviet poster, 1986.
Devin Kelly, from "How to Drown"
[ID: excerpt from a poem reading,
"(No one ever told me it would be like this, that the past could scream past until it inhabits a kind of present, the way the word weight holds the sound of wait until what you feel becomes a softened mantra binding you to night.)"
/end ID]
Julia de Burgos, tr. by Jack Agüeros, from Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos; "Moments"
[Text ID: “Me, inside myself, / always waiting for something / that my mind can’t define.”]
Merab Abramishvili (1957-2006). Anteater , 1987. Tempera on board.
Villa Malaspina. AD Italia, Gennaio 1988. Foto - Massimo Listri
but why is the final act of love always letting go?
a normal human emotion ..... whatever next !
Brigitte Bardot on the set of Please, Not Now!, 1961
Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993
i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever
Nikolay Punin, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904 - 1953
“source?” divine intuition, gut instinct, and cryptic symbolism from my dreams
"It's like a hole in my life, an eight-year hole. That's what I find interesting in people's lives, the holes, the gaps, sometimes dramatic, but sometimes not dramatic at all. There are catalepsies, or a kind of sleepwalking through a number of years, in most lives. Maybe it's in these holes that movement takes place."
—Gilles Deleuze, On Philosophy
Moodboard: Aesthetic - Monet Paintings (Green).
❝My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece.❞
“I have been in love with no one, and never shall,” she whispered, “unless it should be with you.”