Feathers on our breath

"The effect of music is so very much more powerful and penetrating than is that of the other arts, for these others speak only of the shadow, but music of the essence."

- Arthur Shopenhauer -

"Ten thirsty fingers of my blind Muse

Confer upon my face their sensual spelling"

- Lawrence Durell -

Pencil on paper

Underexposed: Field Rotation - Cloud Observation by Fluid Radio


In our feline board
Leopard stains have been pulled square

And along this zebra field
Black or white, we toe the line

The rules are played like
The strings of a shipwrecked quartet
Sometimes the grid wavers
(Spaghetti dancing away on the boil)
Should I kill the King? Should I undress the queen?
Sheer away their lacquered robes!

…Everyone is always a better player, when watching a 

Game of Chess

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On the art of Mirrors

 " And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?                  
  And how should I presume?


  And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
  And should I then presume?
  And how should I begin?"

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock - T.S ELIOT

Pencil on paper. GIMP

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"His being is a lack of being, but this lack has a way of being which is precisely existence. Man makes himself a lack, but he can deny the lack as lack and affirm himself as a positive existence.
 He then assumes the failure. And the condemned action, insofar as it is an effort to be, finds it validity insofar as it is a manifestation of existence. "

The ethics of ambiguity - DE BEAUVOIR

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Memoryhouse by max richter"

Nightly lines

That we threaded - through fur, hide and flesh.

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“Did you hear that, bear?” Said
Monkey, “we’ll get out of here, fair and square
They’ve left the gate open wide!

“So, my bride.

“Here is my hand. Where is your paw?
Try and understand my plan, ursala.
My heart is a furnace
Full of love that is just, and earnest ...

 

Pencil on paper. <3

Now.
We know that we must unlearn this
Allegiance to a life of service,
And no longer answer to that heartless
Hay-monger, nor be his accomplice
(That charlatan, with artless hustling!)
But ursala, we’ve got to eat something,
And earn our keep, while still within
The borders of the land that man has girded,
(All double-bolted and tightfisted!),
Until we reach the open country,
A-steeped in milk and honey.
Will you keep your fancy clothes on, for me?
Can you bear a little longer to wear that leash?

“My love, i swear by the air i breathe:
Sooner or later, you’ll bare your teeth."

JOANNA NEWSOM - MONKEY AND BEAR

 

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Slow sunday

And Virginia's cat continues filching fish in the corner of our eyes... so we watch and count the spines - see where the tail drops; It leaves an oily mark, as the clouds passing rivet the shadows like rivers across our faces. Our stained hands are heavy, for there is nothing on which to hold a firm grip, long dissolved is the comfort in which we were warmly held.

Pencil on paper

"There is the puddle,' said Rhoda, "and I cannot cross it. I hear the rush of the great grindstone within an inch of my head. Its wind roars in my face. All palpable forms of life have failed me. Unless I can stretch and touch something hard, I shall be blown down the eternal corridors for ever. What, then, can I touch? What brick, what stone? and so draw myself across the enormous gulf into my body safely?"

VIRGINIA WOOLF - THE WAVES

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Síndrome siberiano

"MEOW"

Pen on paper. GIMP

 "- Hajime -dijo- cuando te miro mientras conduces me dan ganas de alargar la mano y dar un volantazo. Si lo hiciera, moriríamos, ¿verdad?

- Seguro. Vamos a ciento treinta kilometros por hora. (...)

-No te preocupes. No lo haré - dijo- Sólo que a mí se me ocurren estas cosas. A veces. "

MURAKAMI, HARUKI. Al sur de la frontera, Al oeste del sol.

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F.S.Blumm & Nils Frahm - Heber by sonic pieces

Button up those bones

"They made love through the hole in the wall. The three lovers pressed against one another, but never fully touched. The Kolker kissed the wall, and Brod kissed the wall, but the selfish wall never kissed either back. The Kolker pressed his palms against the wall, and Brod, who turned her back to the wall to accommodate love, pressed the backs of her thighs against the wall, but the wall remained indifferent, never acknowledging what they were trying so hard to do." 

FOER, JONATHAN SAFRAN - Everything Is Illuminated

Ara Lucrecia Dalt by Iso.belle

Pen on paper

All simmering away, our boiled shreds dance to the broths bubbling. 

Somewhere, the vapor is lifting in threads from the skeleton's frozen hair.

Clinking of fossils, chiseled embeds of the things we never said. 


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Let My Key Be C (Thriller Edit) by Fluid Radio

The hook

How do you play the game when you see

all the hooks and

the rules rip the loopholes wide,

gaping stage of dancing strings and pantomimes

"The primary and most beautiful of Nature`s qualities is motion, which agitates her at all times, but this motion is simply a perpetual consequence of crimes, it is conserved by means of crimes alone."

D.A.F DE SADE

As True As Troilus by FareWell Poetry


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"And in our quiet hour
I feel I see everything
And am in love with the hook
Upon which everyone hangs"

JOANNA NEWSOM

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