Photography + poem + art
In these dark and uncertain times,
there can be great value in imagining
a bit of star in each human soul.
Not just that it gives some hope for humanity
at a time when man’s inhumanity to man seems ever on the increase; but also because it points to an inner brightness that can light the way in dark times.
– Michael Meade –
You’re the window sometimes
To which address
At Night, when my heart shines
And modesty is in vain.
A woman who dreams of fate
It feels like a cyclamen
And she remains eternal girl.
Or how many times likeness
In me the ebbrietudine of the saints,
But you’re always in front of me.
Like a big cup
Good Blue wine.
In you, the poet is just a whisper.
– Alda Merini –
Ph : Frank Horvat : Judy Dent
Keep up the good work, if only for a while,
if only for the twinkling of a tiny galaxy.
– Wislawa Szymborska –
Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.
– Friedrich Nietzsche –
I am so afraid …
I cannot see, I cannot feel
Nothing is worst than indifference …
My will is like a blade …
Simply waiting
Devil in me
Tricky & Costanza Francavilla – Devil in me
I don’t know what I am thinking. But I am alone.
I am trapped in the net of the room.
In the net of humans.
I think maybe I am drowning in the net of humans.
– Karen Hesse – The Music of Dolphins
It is absolutely okay with me if you need to keep some secrets. I’ve been thinking about this and I decided that a best friend is someone who, when they don’t understand, they still understand.
– Nancy Werlin – Impossible
As human beings we know time as a passing of unrepeatable events in the course of which everything passes away—including ourselves. As human beings, we also know occasions when we stand outside the passing of events and glimpse their meaning. Sometimes an event occurs in our lives through which we catch a glimpse of what our lives are all about and maybe even what life itself is all about, and this glimpse of what “it’s all about” involves not just the present, but the past and future too. Inhabitants of time that we are, we stand on such occasions with one foot in eternity …
– Frederick Buechner – Beyond Words
I have gotten so used to melancholia
that I greet it like an old friend.
– Charles Bukowski –
there must be a way.
surely there must be a way that we have not yet
thought of.
who put this brain inside of me?
it cries
it demands
it says that there is a chance.
it will not say
“no”.
– Charles Bukowski –
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