Helen Frankenthaler, Emerson Series I, 1965

Their eyes met. What a complicated thing is this meeting of the eyes, which disturbs the air between two still faces, which has its effects on heartbeat, the hair on the wrists, the flow of blood. …why poets talk of arrows A.S. Byatt “Precipice-Encurled” from Medusa’s Ankles

"Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too" Elizabeth Bishop, (b.o.t.d.) from Questions of Travel - - - "Would that our sins had built-in qualities of oblivescence such as our dreams have." Iris Murdoch, (d.o.t.d.) A Word Child

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"His extravagant characters, oscillating between the monstrosity and insignificance of 'insects,' already sensed the prison matrix of the totalitarian universe that would reveal itself through the Shoah and the Gulag."

Le père maternel, 1979-80. (Gravure) © Konrad Klapheck

"The swans are gone. Still the river Remembers how white they where" Sylvia Plath, (died on this day, 1963) from Three Women 📷 Gordon Lameyer, Sylvia Plath in Paris, (1956)

"This peace had a body. It was caught up in the night, made of night. A real, motionless body." Henri Bosco, Malicroix -Tr. Joyce Zonana- (Qtd. in Bachelard's The Poetics of Space) 🎨 Alison Kurke

Edward Weston Untitled [three figures - two from Chupicuaro], 1926.

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"The air is the air I breathed That night above the abyss, That night of iron emptiness, When all calls and cries were vain" Anna Akhmatova For Osip Mandelstam (fragment)

Breaking the isolation, in 1991: When poor Albanians taught Europe Photos: Ferdinando Scianna fondazioneartecrt.it/en/opera/itali… 📸©Ferdinando Scianna. Courtesy GAM. Galleria Civica d'Arte Moderna e Contemporanea, Torino. Proprietà della Fondazione per l'Arte Moderna e Contemporanea CRT

Any two people may be talking to each other, at any moment, . . . and inside each . . . there runs a kind of dark river of unconnected thoughts, of secret fear, or violence, or bliss, hoped-for or lost, which keeps pace with the flow of the talk and is neither seen nor heard.

© Agnès Geoffray Les déployées I, V agnesdahanstudio.com/en/work/Elles-…

How indeed is it possible for one human being to be sorry for all the sadness that meets him on the face of the earth, for the pain that is endured not only by men, but by animals and plants, and perhaps by the stones? E. M. Forster A Passage to India (finished)

Iris Murdoch in Margaret Drabble: "Look, I was reading Iris Murdoch". And he showed her the book on his desk, which was, no less, Iris Murdoch." Margaret Drabble, Jerusalem the Golden

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"El pasado, no nos engañemos, es una invitación expresa al abuso del vino" ("Al límite", T. Pynchon, traducción de Vicente Campos González)