a little night music

great

passeio nocturno

sometimes you feel like this

Cathedral

Late Echo

John Ashbery: Late Echo

Alone with our madness and favorite flower
We see that there really is nothing left to write about.
Or rather, it is necessary to write about the same old things
In the same way, repeating the same things over and over
For love to continue and be gradually different.

Beehives and ants have to be re-examined eternally
And the color of the day put in
Hundreds of times and varied from summer to winter
For it to get slowed down to the pace of an authentic
Saraband and huddle there, alive and resting.

Only then can the chronic inattention
Of our lives drape itself around us, conciliatory
And with one eye on those long tan plush shadows
That speak so deeply into our unprepared knowledge
Of ourselves, the talking engines of our day.

found here - Obrigado.

Heigh Ho

more foreplay

foreplay

"A lot of my pictures are foreplay but the best ones are orgasms."
Nobuyoshi Araki

traveling with the king

now read this...

Elvis-Mexico-Directions-Pearls

killing winter

killing winter

cold is a killer, something you can't carry inside
cold is about crystals and rigidity, cold is about wind.

der tag

one thing leads to another

Não sei porquê a foto que tirei, faz-me lembrar a foto do Cartier-Bresson...

from Art Inconnu

    "Study for a nude in a landscape" Jean Jacques Henner

As if the Sea should part

As if the Sea should part

And show a further Sea-

And that-a further-and the Three

But a presumption be-Of Periods of Seas-

Unvisited of Shores-

Themselves the Verge of Seas to be-

Eternity-is Those-

nós

por vezes o ar fica dentro dos pulmões.

por vezes não conseguimos desprender o ar que entrou nos nossos pulmões,
agiotas vorazes ficamos intoxicados pela volúpia da pertença, o agarrar
daquilo que não nos pertence, o ar ao ar apenas pertence.

encenamos pequenas mortes, que nada têm a ver com a morte
a Morte chega sempre pelo seu pé e anuncia-se com um arrepio gélido
imobiliza-nos a meio do gesto.

a morte liberta-nos do mundo, do agarrar e do ser agarrado.
a morte é como o ar e o mundo,
o ar é do ar, o mundo do mundo e a morte da morte.

nós somos do momento.

winglike

The Irascibles

Hedda Sterne, Portrait of Frederick Kiesler, 1954, oil on canvas, 72×42”. Courtesy The Queens Museum.


"And I believe art to be a form of knowledge. This is what one does, or what life is all about, an effort to understand."


found here

hush hush

plant lavender for good luck

I was looking for this Shakespeare quote : "And worse I may be yet: the worst is not 
So long as we can say 'This is the worst." 
— William Shakespeare (King Lear)

but fell for this one instead...
«There's a few things I've learned in life: always throw salt over your left shoulder, keep rosemary by your garden gate, plant lavender for good luck, and fall in love whenever you can» — William Shakespeare