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Raymond Carver : Cherish

From the window I see her bend to the rosesholding close to the bloom so as not toprick her fingers. With the other hand she clips, pauses andclips, more alone in the worldthan I had known. She won’tlook up, not now. She’s alonewith roses and with something else I can only think, notsay. I know … Continue reading

William Stafford: Being a Person

Be a person here. Stand by the river, invokethe owls. Invoke winter, then spring.Let any season that wants to come here make its owncall. After that sound goes away, wait. A slow bubble rises through the earthand begins to include sky, stars, all space,even the outracing, expanding thought.Come back and hear the little sound again. … 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

Non ho smesso di pensarti: Charles Bukowski / Fan Ho

Non ho smesso di pensarti, vorrei tanto dirtelo. Vorrei scriverti che mi piacerebbe tornare, che mi manchi e che ti penso. Ma non ti cerco. Non ti scrivo neppure ciao. Non so come stai. E mi manca saperlo. Hai progetti? Hai sorriso oggi? Cos’hai sognato? Esci? Dove vai? Hai dei sogni? Hai mangiato? Mi piacerebbe … Continue reading

A Dream Within a Dream: Edgar Allan Poe / Trent Parke

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? … Continue reading

Dino Buzzati: Invitations inutiles / Brassaï

Je voudrais que tu viennes me rejoindre par un soir d’hiver et que, serrés l’un contre l’autre, contemplant l’obscurité de la rue déserte et glacée, nous nous rappelions ces autres hivers fabuleux où nous vivions ensemble, sans le savoir. Nous allions alors toi et moi par les mêmes sentiers enchantés, d’un pas timide, au milieu … Continue reading

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

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

I Am With You : Kassák Lajos / Manuel Alvarez Bravo

In front of you I go you in front of me the early sun’s gold chain jingles on my wrist. Where are you going — I ask you answer — how do I know. I speed up my walk but you speed all the more. I in front of you you in front of me. … Continue reading

How Distant Everything Is! Emil Cioran / Akihiro Furuta

How Distant Everything Is! I don’t understand why we must do things in this world, why we must have friends and aspirations, hopes and dreams. Wouldn’t it be better to retreat to a faraway corner of the world, where all its noise and complications would be heard no more? Then we could renounce culture and … Continue reading

Plain Chant : Jean Cocteau / Pierre Jahan Photography

Je n’aime pas dormir quand ta figure habite, La nuit, contre mon cou ; Car je pense à la mort laquelle vient trop vite, Nous endormir beaucoup. Je mourrai, tu vivras et c’est ce qui m’éveille! Est-il une autre peur? Un jour ne plus entendre auprès de mon oreille Ton haleine et ton coeur. Quoi, … Continue reading

Invisible Cities – Italo Calvino / Peter Keetman

The inferno of the living is not something that will be; if there is one, it is what is already here, the inferno where we live every day, that we form by being together. There are two ways to escape suffering it. The first is easy for many: accept the inferno and become such a … Continue reading

Angels in America: Tony Kushner / Cole Thompson

In this world, there is a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we’ve left behind, and dreaming ahead. Tony Kushner, from Angels in America, Part Two: Perestroika (Theatre Communication Group, 1993) Photography: Cole Thompson Harper: Night flight to San Francisco. Chase the moon across America. God! It’s been years since I was on a plane. … Continue reading

Ulysses by James Joyce – Philippe Halsman photography

If on a winter’s night a traveler – Italo Calvino / Hengki Koentjoro

If on a winter’s night a traveler The novel begins in a railway station, a locomotive huffs, steam from a piston covers the opening of the chapter, a cloud of smoke hides part of the first paragraph. In the odor of the station there is a passing whiff of station café odor. There is someone … Continue reading

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