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Carmen Lobo✔

Carmen Lobo✔ has written 406 posts for ART & Thoughts

“I am too close …” Wisława Szymborska

I am too close for him to dream of me.I don’t flutter over him, don’t flee himbeneath the roots of trees. I am too close.The caught fish doesn’t sing with my voice.The ring doesn’t roll from my finger.I am too close. The great house is on firewithout me calling for help. Too closefor one of … Continue reading

Amanda Gorman: “The Hill We Climb”

On January 20, 2021, Youth Poet Laureate Amanda Gorman paid homage to Angelou by greeting the new morning. Continue reading

Alejandra Pizarnik: She wants to speak…

  2  [untitled] She wants to speak, but I know what she is. She believes love is death—even if everything devoid of love disgusts her. Since her love makes her innocent, why should she speak? Mistress of the Castle, her fingers play upon mirrors of pronouns. With every word I write I remember the void … Continue reading

Wislawa Szymborska: The three oddest words

When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it. When I pronounce the word Nothing, I make something no non-being can hold. By Wislawa Szymborska Translated by S. Baranczak & C. Cavanagh   Wislawa Szymborska The Nobel Prize in Literature 1996 … Continue reading

Go to the Limits of Your Longing – Rainer Maria Rilke

God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like a flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let … Continue reading

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage – Lord Byron 

   There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,    There is a rapture on the lonely shore,    There is society where none intrudes,    By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:    I love not Man the less, but Nature more,    From these our interviews, in which I steal    From all I may be, or have … Continue reading

The crunch: Charles Bukowski

— too much too little or too late too fat too thin or too bad laughter or tears or immaculate unconcern haters lovers armies running through streets of pain waving wine bottles bayoneting and fucking everyone or an old guy in a cheap quiet room with a photograph of Marilyn Monroe. there is a loneliness … Continue reading

Alejandra Pizarnik “All night I hear the noise of water sobbing”

All night I hear the noise of water sobbing. All night I make night in me, I make the day that begins on my account, that sobs because day falls like water through night. All night I hear the voice of someone seeking me out. All night you abandon me slowly like the water that … Continue reading

Life, Life : Arseny Tarkovsky poems

1 I don’t believe in omens or fear Forebodings. I flee from neither slander Nor from poison. Death does not exist. Everyone’s immortal. Everything is too. No point in fearing death at seventeen, Or seventy. There’s only here and now, and light; Neither death, nor darkness, exists. We’re all already on the seashore; I’m one … Continue reading

Alphaville – Capital of pain, Paul Eluard poems

Anna Karina, the Danish-born actress who became a symbol of the French New Wave in Jean Luc Godard’s 1960s films, died on Saturday in Paris. She was 79. In Jean-Luc Godard’s futuristic detective movie Alphaville (1965) there is a famous scene in which Natacha (Anna Karina) recites some lines of poetry. She is holding a copy of … Continue reading

Wei Wu Wei: “For Sile” / Shōmei Tōmatsu

I am the sea too, and the stars, the wind and the rain, I am everything that has form — for form is my seeing of it. I am every sound — for sound is my hearing of it, I am all flavours, each perfume, whatever can be touched, For that which is perceptible is … Continue reading

Vladimir Nabokov “A Letter That Never Reached Russia”

“Listen: I am ideally happy. My happiness is a kind of challenge. As I wander along the streets and the squares and the paths by the canal, absently sensing the lips of dampness through my worn soles, I carry proudly my ineffable happiness. The centuries will roll by, and schoolboys will yawn over the history … Continue reading

Fukuda Chiyo-ni: one of the greatest poets of haiku

dragonfly hunter how far has he traveled today I wonder?  Chiyo-ni Said to be written after the death of her son. Her only child. . Fukuda Chiyo-ni (Kaga no Chiyo) (福田 千代尼; 1703 – 2 October 1775) was a Japanese poet of the Edo period, widely regarded as one of the greatest female haiku poets. … Continue reading

The Beat Generation – Jack Kerouac

Now it’s jazz, the place is roaring, all beautiful girls in there, one mad brunette at the bar drunk with her boys. One strange chick I remember from somewhere, wearing a simple skirt with pockets, her hands in there, short haircut, slouched, talking to everybody. Up and down the stairs they come. The bartenders are … Continue reading

Éloge du lointain: Paul Celan

Dans la source de tes yeux vivent les nasses des pêcheurs de la mer délirante. Dans la source de tes yeux la mer tient sa parole. J’y jette, cœur qui a séjourné chez des humains, les vêtements que je portais et l’éclat d’un serment : Plus noir au fond du noir, je suis plus nu. … Continue reading

Reading Cy Twombly : Poetry in Paint

These images, selected from Mary Jacoubs book Reading Cy Twombly: Poetry in Paint, indicate the range and provocation of Cy Twombly’s works on canvas and paper, pointing especially to his inventive use of literary quotation and allusion throughout his long career and his relation to poetry as an inspiration for his art. GEORGE SEFERIS, “THREE … Continue reading

Glass with Rose: Julio Cortázar

Glass with Rose The state that we describe with the word distractions is perhaps only another form of attention, its symmetrical and more profound manifestation located in another region of the psyche: an attention directed from or through or even toward that more profound region. It is not unusual for the subjects of such distraction … Continue reading

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