satomipoema

Letters 1920

little sofa. I have seen hardly any people at all since I’ve been here

nobody to talk to

The one great talker is the sea.

It never is quiet; one feels sometimes as if one were a shell filled with a hollow sound …

when after a dark day there comes a sunset such a glowing gorgeous marvellous sky that one forgets all in the beauty of it

these are the moments when I am really writing

Whatever happens I have had these blissful, perfect moments and they are

worth living for …

– The Letters of Katherine Mansfield –

I want the following word: splendor

splendor is fruit in all its succulence

fruit without sadness.

I want vast distances

my savage intuition of myself.

– Clarice Lispector –

Ph : Martina Matencio

She takes another long haul, lets the smoke settle in her lungs– she has heard somewhere that cigarettes are good for grief. One long drag and you forget how to cry. The body too busy dealing with the poison.

– Colum McCann –

Our love was born

outside the walls,

in the wind,

in the night,

in the earth,

and that’s why the clay and the flower,

the mud and the roots

know your name.

– Pablo Neruda –

I suppose I’ve always known that it’s hard to be just one person. the key is in the door and it can always be opened.

– Colum McCann –

Ph : Sam Haskins

There was something of the beautiful failure about her.

– Colum McCann – Let the Great World Spin

Ph : Sam Haskins

Myself I must remake.

– W.B. Yeats –

Ph : Howard Schatz

There is another world, but it is in this one.

– W.B. Yeats – ph : Laura Kampman

the enchanted darkness

subterraneously unattainable …

– Clarice Lispector –