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The Season of Phantasmal Peace: Derek Walcott / Espen Erichsen

Then all the nations of birds lifted together the huge net of the shadows of this earth in multitudinous dialects, twittering tongues, stitching and crossing it. They lifted up the shadows of long pines down trackless slopes, the shadows of glass-faced towers down evening streets, the shadow of a frail plant on a city sill— … Continue reading

The Law of Dreams : Peter Behrens / Gigi Mills

  “Where do they come from, thoughts? Like wrens, out of the sky. They arrive. Noisy, hungry, perfectly themselves.”   – Peter Behrens, The Law of Dreams The Law of Dreams is a historical fiction novel about the Irish potato famine by Canadian author Peter Behrens. Published in 2006     Gigi Mills : https://www.saatchiart.com/gigimills

Fernando Pessoa: The book of disquiet / Rui Palha

We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we haveof someone. It’s our own concept – our own selves – that we love. This is true in the whole gamut of love. In sexual love we seek our own pleasure via another body. In non-sexual love, we seek our own pleasure via our … Continue reading

Baie des Anges :Nice Lithograph series by Marc Chagall

Nice and the Côte d’Azur (also known as the French Riviera) is located on the Mediterranean coastline in the south of France. The warm climate and vivid colors of Nice and the Côte d’Azur attracted many famous artists during the first half of the 20thcentury including Marc Chagall, Pablo Picasso, and Henri Matisse. Nice and … Continue reading

Pull A String, A Puppet Moves: Charles Bukowski / Chris Friel

pull a string, a puppet moves … each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, the bed, the walls, the room; all our necessities including love, rest on foundations of sand – and any given cause, no matter how unrelated: the death of … Continue reading

Waiting to be found : Michael Boiano / Onofrio Pacenza

So many waiting to be found: the dead buried in unlikely places, shallow graves,  in unhallowed ground; the living interred in pointless lives, unknown, unsought, unmissed; bored husbands and wives hoping to be found by others who might love them more, for a time; the religious waiting to be found by God and rewarded for … Continue reading

Is Love an Art? Erich Fromm / Peter Seelig

IS LOVE an art? Then it requires knowledge and effort. Or is love a pleasant sensation, which to experience is a matter of chance, something one “falls into’ 5 if one is lucky? This little book is based on the former premise, while undoubtedly the majority of people today believe in the latter. Not that … Continue reading

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock : T.S.Elliot / Diana Blok

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma percioche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero, Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo. Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a … Continue reading

I exist : Jean Paul Sartre / Suzanne Shevchenko

It’s nothing: I am the Thing. Existence, liberated, detached, floods over me. I exist. I exist. Above all, not move, not move… Ah I could not prevent this movement of the shoulders… The thing which was waiting was on the alert, it has pounced on me, it flows thorugh me, I am filled with it. … Continue reading

To The Nightingale : Jorge Luis Borges / Edmund Dulac

On what secret night in England Or by the incalculable constant Rhine, Lost among all the nights of my nights, Carried to my unknowing ear Your voice, burdened with mythology, Nightingale of Virgil, of the Persians? Perhaps I never heard you, yet my life I bound to your life, inseparably. A wandering spirit is your … Continue reading

Love at First Sight : Wislawa Szymborska / Peter Seelig

Love at First Sight They’re both convinced that a sudden passion joined them. Such certainty is beautiful but uncertainty is more beautiful still. Since they’d never met before, they’re sure that there’d been nothing between them. But what’s the word from the streets, staircases, hallways – perhaps they’ve passed each other by a million times? … Continue reading

2016 Happy New Year ! – The New Yorker covers

Let’s take a moment to celebrate the difficult ground that has been gained by courageous women throughout the world,” Frank Viva says regarding his cover for the first issue of 2016, “The Long View.” Source: http://www.newyorker.com/   My dear readers and visitors—I cannot adequately express my gratitude for this year, i feel thankful and blessed for your visits and … Continue reading

Leaves of Grass : Walt Whitman / Lawren Harris

O swift wind! O space and time! now I see it is true, what I guessed at; What I guess’d when I loaf’d on the grass; What I guess’d while I lay alone in my bed, And again as I walk’d the beach under the paling stars of the morning. My ties and ballasts leave … Continue reading

Paris is a moveable feast – Ernest Hemingway

If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast. —Ernest Hemingway to a friend,1950 9 Ford Madox Ford and the Devil’s Disciple The Closerie des Lilas was the nearest good cafe when … Continue reading

I Am Not Yours: Sara Teasdale / Louise Bourgeois

I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost as a light is … Continue reading

Solitude : Guy de Maupassant / Edward Hopper

There we were, a bunch of men, after a dinner together. We’d had a great time. One of the guys, an old friend, asked me: “Would you mind taking a walk down the Champs-Elysees with me?” We left on a slow stroll down the long avenue, under trees with barely any leaves left on them. … Continue reading

Silence: T.S. Eliot / Vincenzo Balocchi

Along the city streets It is still high tide, Yet the garrulous waves of life Shrink and divide With a thousand incidents Vexed and debated:– This is the hour for which we waited– This is the ultimate hour When life is justified. The seas of experience That were so broad and deep, So immediate and … Continue reading

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