
I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for …
– Antonin Artaud –
Ph : Brooke Shaden
Photography + poem + art

I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for …
– Antonin Artaud –
Ph : Brooke Shaden

I myself am an absolute abyss.
– Antonin Artaud –

She entered the story knowing she would emerge from it feeling she had been immersed in the lives of others, in plots that stretched back twenty years, her body full of sentences and moments, as if awaking from sleep with a heaviness caused by unremembered dreams.
– Michael Ondaatje – The English Patient

She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.
– Michael Ondaatje – The English Patient

Chance is your god
Though you’re falling free
you will land hard
– Criss Jami – Salomé
Ph : Yiorgos Mavropoulos

when the weight deadens
on your shoulders and you stumble,
the clay dance to balance you
the nourishment of the earth,
the clarity of light,
the fluency of the ocean,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.
– John O’Donohue – Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

Toska – noun /ˈtō-skə/ – Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness.
“No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.
– Vladimir Nabokov –

Everyone has to scratch on walls somewhere or they go crazy
– Michael Ondaatje – In the Skin of a Lion
Ph : Gennady Kim

– Do you think a girl should go to bed with a feller,
if she doesn’t love him?
– No. Unless it’s me …
Rain falls like Elvis’ tears …
Dim all the lights and
Cry coloured tears again ..
And baby
Don’t forget to catch me …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=PmpBdpdmQTE
Saint Etienne – Hobart paving

You weakened and tore my heart
You ripped and purged my soul
You invoked this night without a care
Initiated the end of love
All light bends into a hole
Of utter nothing
A hopelessness I can not comprehend
Veils and thrusts and burns and tears…
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=wpKV_qr1IdI&app=m&persist_app=1
Of the wand and the moon – My black faith