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And you’ll always love me won’t you?

Yes

And the rain won’t make any difference?

– Ernest Hemingway –

I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.

– Franz Kafka –

Soul identical to each to each… look in my eyes and speak to yourself, that makes me

everybody’s lover

– Allen Ginsberg – Reality Sandwiches

Ph : Philippe Vogelenzang

There are as many kinds of kisses as there are people on earth, as there are permutations and combinations of those people. No two people kiss alike—no two people fuck alike—but somehow the kiss is more personal, more individualized than the fuck.

– Diane di Prima – Memoirs of a Beatnik

Pure, existential space was regularly winking at me, each time in a more impressive manner, and this sensation of total freedom attracted me so powerfully that I painted some monochrome surfaces just to ‘see,’ to ‘see’ with my own eyes what existential sensibility granted me: absolute freedom!

– Yves Klein –

The imagination is the vehicle of sensibility. Transported by the imagination, we attain life, life itself, which is absolute art.

– Yves Klein –

I stepped into an avalanche

It covered up my soul

When I am not this hunchback that you see

I sleep beneath the golden hill

You who wish to conquer pain

You must learn to serve me well

You strike my side by accident

As you go down to your goal

This cripple here that you clothe and feed

Is neither starved nor cold

He does not ask for your company

Not at the centre, the centre of the world

I who am on a pedestal

You did not raise me there

Your laws do not compel me now

To kneel grotesque and bare

For I myself am the pedestal

For this ugly hump at which you stare

You who wish to conquer pain

You must learn what makes me kind

The crumbs of love that you offer me

Are the crumbs I’ve left behind

Your pain is no credential here

It’s just a shadow of my wound

I have begun to ask for you

I who have no greed

I have begun to long for you

I who have no need

You say you’ve gone away from me

But I can feel you when you breathe

Do not dress in those rags for me

I know you are not poor

And do not love me quite so fiercely now

When you know that you are not sure

It is your turn, my beloved one

It is your flesh that I wear

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=XLyENjDJieo

Nick Cave – Avalanche (Black Sails version)

You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.

– Chuck Palahniuk – Fight Club

Ph : Laura Makabresku

So it is said, for him who understands Heavenly joy, life is the working of Heaven; death is the transformation of things. In stillness, he and the yin share a single Virtue; in motion, he and the yang share a single flow.

– Zhuang So it is said, for him who understands Heavenly joy, life is the working of Heaven; death is the transformation of things. In stillness, he and the yin share a single Virtue; in motion, he and the yang share a single flow.

– Zhuangzi –

I keep thinking

that poetry is something else:

A form of love that exists only in silence,

in a secret place between two people,

almost always between two strangers

– José Emilio Pacheco –