How charming it is that there are words and tones; are not words and tones rainbows and seeming bridges ‘twixt the eternally separated?
To each soul belongeth another world; to each soul is every other soul a back-world.
- Nietzsche
Painting by Antonio Masi, Homage to Whistler
"We dance for laughter, we dance for tears, we dance for madness, we dance for fears, we dance for hopes, we dance for screams, we are the dancers, we create the dreams."
Albert Einstein
📷 Jacob Holdt, Lagos, Nigeria
Understand, I’ll slip quietly
away from the noisy crowd
when I see the pale
stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.
I’ll pursue solitary pathways
through the pale twilit meadows,
with only this one dream:
You come too.
~Rilke, Pathways
🎨 J.A. Grimshaw, A Wet Road by Moonlight
For nothing is fixed, forever and forever and forever, it is not fixed; the earth is always shifting, the light is always changing, the sea does not cease to grind down rock. . .
The sea rises, the light fails. . .
James Baldwin, For Nothing is Fixed
O'Keeffe, The Beyond. 1972
"When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused."
- Rilke letter to wife Clara, 1903
Herbert List / Magnum
"Recognize that your struggle and your suffering is the same as everyone else’s, I think that’s the beginning of a responsible life. Otherwise, we are in a continual savage battle with each other with no possible solution, political, social, or spiritual."
- Leonard Cohen
"I will be your house, your mother, your love, the soles of your feet that travel the streets of the earth, the heat of your blood, your consolation when you are afraid, your relief from pain and sorrows – the mother of your children that will be born or not born."
#FridaKahlo
"To those who do not know that the world is on fire, I have nothing to say."
Bertolt Brecht read by Paul
@holdengraber
on Quotomania⤵️
Rothko, Untitled
Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.
- Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
Milena Jesenská
"Between the language of the universe and the universe of language, there is a bridge, a link: poetry. The poet, says Baudelaire, is the translator."
Octavio Paz
#WorldPoetryDay
Paul Klee, Bunter Blitz (1927)
I broke with the sun and stars.
I let the world go.
I went far and deep with the knapsack of things I know.
I made the journey, bought the useless, found the indefinite,
And my heart is the same as it was: a sky and a desert.
Pessoa
🎨 Arthur G. Dove, Red Sun (1935)
For most of us, there is only the unattended
Moment, the moment in and out of time,
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
. . . or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts.
T.S. Eliot
📷 Masao Yamamoto
"Sit still with me in the shade of these green trees, which have no weightier thought than the withering of their leaves when autumn arrives, or the stretching of their many stiff fingers into the cold sky of the passing winter... "
Pessoa
📷 Sudek, c. 1954
Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment.
. . . Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
T. S. Eliot Four Quartets
Georgia O'Keeffe, Red Hills. Lake George. 1927
"The night, no matter how long, will continue
to give birth to star after star
and my life continues,
my life continues."
Fadwa Tuqan, Face Lost in the Wilderness
Suleiman Mansour, Hope. 1985
We know that we come from the winds, and that we shall return to them; that all life is perhaps a knot, a tangle, a blemish in the eternal smoothness...
~ E. M. Forster, A Room With A View
📷 Sally Mann
Threadsuns
above the grayblack wastes.
A tree-
high thought
grasps the light-tone: there are
still songs to sing beyond
mankind.
Paul Celan, Threadsuns
(trans. Pierre Joris)
🎨 Carl Blechen, Country Road in Winter at Moonlight (1836)
“Each man to himself, in the desolation of feeling ourselves live... We found ourselves sailing without any idea of what port we were supposed to reach. Thus we reproduced a painful version of the Argonauts’ adventurous precept: living doesn’t matter, only sailing does."
Pessoa
"and the heart, if it is still alive,
feels something—
a yearning
for which we have no name
but which we may remember,
years later,
in the darkness,
upon some other empty road."
- Mary Oliver
📷 Brassaï, Pont Neuf. 1934
Our play was in eternity. We dwelt
In the interval between world and toy,
That place created from the beginning of time
For the purest of actions.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke, Oh Hours of Childhood
📷 Ernst Haas, New York
When thou art dreaming then I am thy Dream,
But when thou art awake I am thy Will
Potent with splendour, radiant and sublime,
Expanding like far space star-lit and still
Into the distant mystic realm of Time.
~ Rilke, The Book of a Monk's Life
📷 Ernst Haas, Aerial Flamingos
I want to breathe!
Strip my body of all its weight!
Replace my soul with abstract wings attached to nothing!
No, not wings, just the enormous Wing of Flight itself!
. . . .
No boundaries anywhere!
No divisions in anything!
Just Me.
Pessoa
Rebecca S. James, Fire and Air. 1968
Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature - the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.
~ Carson, Silent Spring
What we essentially want is to draw something unknown to us in all its shadowiness, not something we know in all its illumination.
~ Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red
📷 Sally Mann, Deep South Memoir
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
~ T. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
🎨 Max Ernst, Naissance d’une galaxie (Birth of a Galaxy)1969. Created in the year of the first moon landing.
I am infinite—I must never forget it... I want sensuality and sensitivity, both... Let me never deny that... I want to err on the side of violence and excess, rather than to underfill my moments...
~ Susan Sontag
🎨 Caspar David Friedrich, The Monk by the Sea
"As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. . ."
~ Carl Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections
Frederick H. Evans, Ancient crypt cellars in Provins. 1910
No doubt the world is entirely an imaginary world, but it is only once removed from the true world.
- Isaac Bashevis Singer, Gimpel the Fool
📷 Hugues de Wurstemberger,
Pauline et Pierre series
Once for each thing. Just once; no more. And we too,
Just once. And never again. But to have been
this once, completely, even if only once:
to have been at one with the earth, seems beyond undoing.
- Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies (IX)
📷 Josef Sudek, Untitled Woods. 1960's
What is the phrase for the moon? And the phrase for love? By what name are we to call death? I do not know. I need a little language such as lovers use, words of one syllable such as children speak... I need a howl; a cry.
~ Virginia Woolf, The Waves
"I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river; to me you're everything that exists; the reality of everything..."
~ Virginia Woolf, Night and Day
🎨 Caspar David Friedrich, Woman before the Rising/ Setting Sun (1818)
"We must accept our reality as vastly as we possibly can; everything, even the unprecedented, must be possible within it. This is in the end the only kind of courage that is required of us: the courage to face the strangest... inexplicable experiences that can meet us."
- Rilke
"To get through each day, natures that are highly strung... are equipped, with different gears. There are mountainous, arduous days, up which one takes an infinite time to climb, and downward-sloping days which one can descend at full tilt, singing as one goes."
Marcel Proust
The order that our mind imagines is like a net, or like a ladder, built to attain something. But afterward you must throw the ladder away, because you discover that, even if it was useful, it was meaningless...
~ Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose
📷 Alfred Eisenstaedt
If I want the impossible, I want it in its entirety. Entirely alone, dearest, I wanted us to be entirely alone on this earth, entirely alone under the sky, and to lead my life, my life that is yours, without distraction and with complete concentration, in you.
- Kafka
"What is art? . . . Like a declaration of love: the consciousness of our dependence on each other. A confession. An unconscious act that none the less reflects the true meaning of life—love and sacrifice."
Andrei Tarkovsky
The wind is careless — uncertain — I like the wind — it seems more like me than anything else — I like the way it blows things around roughly — even meanly — then the next minute seems to love everything.
Georgia O’Keeffe
"Let us be where water flows and a tree grows, where there's no conflict, where snakes make us dream and touch the deeper layers of integration. We must be intimate with ourselves, we must uncover the earth in us . . . "
Breyten
Breytenbach, All One Horse
📷 Michael Kenna
"Stars open among the lilies.
Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens?
This is the silence of astounded souls."
~ Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water
Tina Modotti, Easter Lily and Bud c. 1925
Old and enormous are the stars.
Old and small is the heart, and it
Holds more than all the stars, being,
Without space, greater than the vast expanse.
- Pessoa’s ruba’iyat in the manner of Omar Khayyam
so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.
~ Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
📷 Reinfried Marass, Lost Soul | Doors That None But The Wind Ever Closes
"Don't plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me. Choke those little bad days. Choke 'em down to nothin'. They're your days. Choke 'em."
Tom Waits
"A loveless world is a dead world, and always there comes an hour when one is weary of prisons, of one’s work, and of devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart."
- Albert Camus, The Plague
📷 Bill Brandt
When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams — this may be madness. Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!
Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote
Look forward, never look back!
We sink to the depths
If we peer ever into the depths.
Nietzsche, Ecce Homo
🎨 Caspar David Friedrich, The Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog (1818)
Where am I going? I don't quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow-
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.
A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young
Vincent van Gogh, Path in the Woods. 1887
"All I asked of life is what Diogenes asked of Alexander: not to stand in the way of the sun."
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (trans. Richard Zenith)
Henri Cartier-Bresson, Trastevere. 1959
I will guide your dreams
I am alone as you are alone at this hour
The earth is lofty
lofty as thoughts
The sky is a metaphor, like the poem
Blue, green, white
White
White
White
Mahmoud Darwish
Georgia O'Keeffe, Like an Early Blue Abstraction. 1977
This imitation of God, through a mistake, or through pride, or through ignorance, created time, where before there had been only eternity.
Time is an eternity that stammers.
Umberto Eco, Baudolino
📷 Sally Mann, Deep South, Untitled, 1998
"...we're all of us muleteers travelling down the same road. All of us, both the learned and the ignorant."
~ José Saramago, Cain
Marc Riboud, Road to Khyber Pass, Afghanistan. 1956
"We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day... Even while the earth sleeps we travel.
We are the seeds of the tenacious plant, & it is in our ripeness & our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind & are scattered."
~Gibran
We believe we know something of the things themselves when we speak of trees, colors, snow, and flowers; and yet we possess nothing but metaphors of things, which do not at all agree with the original entities.
~ Nietzsche, On Truth and Lies in a Nonmoral Sense
"What kind of times are they, when
A talk about trees is almost a crime
Because it implies silence about so many horrors?"
Bertolt Brecht, To Those Born Later
Léon Spilliaert, Pond surrounded by Trees, 1928
"[W]e are deprived through words of an authentic intimacy with what we are, or with what the Other is. We need poetry... to prove to ourselves the value of those moments when we are able to encounter other people, or trees, or anything, beyond words, in silence."
- Yves Bonnefoy
"After all this kind of fanfare, and even more, I came to a point where I needed solitude and to just stop the machine of 'thinking' and 'enjoying' what they call 'living,' I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds..."
Jack Kerouac
Kerouac by Jerry Yulsman, 1957
I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in… but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.
~ Sartre, Nausea
🎼 And the stains coming from my blood
Tell me, "Go back home"
📷 Klimczak, Doors of Perception
"So I must say it quickly:
Whoever is in your life,
those who harm you,
those who help you;
those whom you know
and those whom you do not know –
let them off the hook,
help them off the hook.
Recognize the hook."
- Leonard Cohen, Book of Longing
📷 Cohen (1992) by Antonio Olmos
"April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain."
-T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland
T.S. Eliot portrait, 1964 by Horst Tappe
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
Pablo Neruda
🎨 Max Ernst, Dancers under the starry sky
"The sun and moon occasionally fall off the wheel into a sea between the sky and the earth, and that is their eclipse. The angels then pull them out, and that is their appearance after the eclipse."
— Mahmoud Darwish
Max Ernst, The Marriage of Heaven and Earth. 1962
"You go from dream to dream inside me. You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there, among the debris, you’ve found life. I’m no longer sure which of all the words, images, dreams or ghosts are ‘yours’ and which are ‘mine.’ It’s past sorting out."
~ Thomas Pynchon
Sudek
In some remote corner of the universe, poured out and glittering in innumerable solar systems, there once was a star on which clever animals invented knowledge.
~ Nietzsche, On Truth and Lie in an Extra-Moral Sense
🎨 Max Ernst
Memory is our deepest actual language. It’s our storehouse of riches... and we need to keep it open, to keep in mind the importance of childhood events that will somehow condition our life and character... If we have no memory, we are nobody, and nothing is possible.
- Saramago
A picture can often be compared to something. Then it becomes a symbol & symbols by their very nature mean many things at once.
Then perhaps one is reminded of something else. Something poetic, poetic I say, not literary.
Paul Klee
🎨 Klee, Ad Marginem - To the brim (1930)
We were never perfect.
Yet, the journey we make together is perfect on this earth who was once a star and made the same mistakes as humans...
Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.
You must make your own map.
~ Joy Harjo
📷 Sally Mann, The Turn
We look to the blue horizon
for a new beginning,
some old truth about ourselves
~ Harry Thurston, A Ship Portrait
#GerhardRichter
🎨 Seascape (Seestück) 1998
"Maestro, doloroso:
This is the light of autumn; it has turned on us.
Surely it is a privilege to approach the end
still believing in something."
Louise Glück, October
George Inness, A Silver Morning. 1884
"Time, which is so often an enemy in life, can also become our ally if we see how a pale moment can lead to a glowing moment, and then turn to a moment of perfect transparency, before dropping again to a moment of everyday simplicity."
- Peter Brook
Sudek, Flowering Branch
When I said one blossom desires the air, / Another the shadows, I was free / Of desires.
~ Larry Levis, The Darkening Trapeze: Last Poems
📷 Masao Yamamoto, Untitled
"The sunflower is the great child of the sun. So much that it is born with the instinct to turn its enormous corolla toward its creator. It doesn't matter if it's a father or mother. I don't know. . ."
Clarice Lispector, Água Viva
Consuelo Kanaga, Sunflower. 1942
"Every morning, she leaves her dreams in bed, wakes up, and puts on her dress, to live."
~ Clarice Lispector via Quotomania ▶️
📷 Clarice Lispector | Instituto Moreira Sales
" . . . it is with words as with sunbeams – the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn."
Robert Southey
Vincent van Gogh, Detail from Sower with Setting Sun. 1888
"... that still, blue, almost eternal hour before cockcrow, before the baby's cry, before the glassy music of the milkman, settling his bottles."
~ Sylvia Plath
🎤 Leonard Cohen, Famous Blue Raincoat
📷 Talbot, Roofline of Lacock Abbey 1835-1839
"Blue sadness . . . the sadness of reverie and nostalgia: it may be, for example, the memory of a happiness that is now only a memory . . . it is as unreachable as the sky, it is a fact reflecting the sadness of all facts."
Mary Ruefle on Quotomania ⤵️
...everything was overthrown - everyone raging in a wild, deranged dance of life....
But I could not set myself free from my fear of life and thoughts of eternal life.
~ Edvard Munch
📷 Antigone Kourakou, The Shadow of Things
"You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it.
You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining.
You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows.
So that’s why I’m scared when you say you love me."
#BobMarley
Now the sun is shining
Through the tall windows.
The library is a quiet place.
Angels and gods huddled
In dark unopened books.
Charles Simic, In the Library
Josef Sudek, Remembrances of Architect Rothmayer, Mr. Magician. 1960
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.
~ Mary Oliver
Michael Kenna, Invitation to Prayer, Mont St.Michel. 1994
‘Grief is a swallow’ he said.
‘One day you wake up and you think it’s gone, but it’s only migrated to some other place, warming it’s feathers. Sooner or later, it will return and perch in your heart again.’
Elif Shafak, 10 Minutes 38 Seconds in This Strange World
📷Sammallahti
"I will show you the sunset if you will sit by me, but I cannot bring it there, for so much gold is heavy."
- Emily Dickinson in a letter to A. P. Strong, 1852
🎨 Mark Rothko, No. 13 (White, Red on Yellow) 1958
But eternally is a very hard word: it has a granitic "t" in the middle.
Eternity: for everything that is never began. My small ever so limited head bursts when thinking about something that doesn't begin and doesn't end - for that is the eternal.
Clarice Lispector, Água Viva
We all carry within us our places of exile, our crimes and our ravages. But our task is not to unleash them on the world; it is to fight them in ourselves and in others.
~ Albert Camus, The Rebel
📷
@ReinfriedMarass
🖤
"Luftmensch means someone who has his feet firmly planted—in midair. There’s something of an untethered balloon in me."
Paul Holdengräber
📷 Vo Anh Kiet
Gather quickly
Out of darkness
All the songs you know
And throw them at the sun
Before they melt
Like snow
~ Langston Hughes, Bouquet
Jan Sluijters, October Sun. 1910
"Sometimes it's precisely those spots where one no longer feels anything of what's known as the civilized world and has definitely left all that behind — sometimes it's precisely those spots that one needs to achieve calm."
Vincent van Gogh letter to Theo van Gogh, July 1883
We, too, can divide ourselves, it’s true.
But only into flesh and a broken whisper.
Into flesh and poetry...
Here the heavy heart, there non omnis moriar—
just three little words, like a flight’s three feathers.
The abyss doesn’t divide us.
The abyss surrounds us.
- Szymborska
The star illuminates the pole, and the moon colors the night. But my guide is a sole star and if, when the shadows have been dispelled, my star rises from the East, my mind will ignore the shadows of sorrow.
~ Umberto Eco, Baudolino
🎨 Miya Ando
@Tina69911364
@GuglielminaS
@ToniArte2
@toiblarlos
So blue as it is now,
The air and light are blended
Oh, yes, but, anyhow,
Nothing of this is you,
I’m absent from your kiss
That’s all I get that is sad and true
From this.
What matters is just you.
~ Pessoa
Thank you
#teamblue
💙🙏💙
📷 Henri Prestes
Love is a fire that burns invisibly,
a wound that festers though inert,
a happiness more like a hurt,
a pain that rages painlessly.
~ Luís Vaz de Camões
🎨 Max Ernst, Clouds, Sun and Sea (1952)
Unasking have we come,
- too late, too soon
Unasking from this plot of earth are sent.
But we, the sons of noble discontent,
Use half our lives in asking for the moon.
~ The Diwan of Abu'l-Ala"
🎨 Max Ernst, Left- Paysage avec lune, Right- Quasimodo genetis