Faust (1926)

“I go about to look at flowers & listen to the birds. There was a time when the beauty & the music were all within–& I sat and listened to my thoughts & there was a song in them. I sat for hours on rocks and wrestled with the melody which possessed me. I sat and listened by the hour to a positive though faint & distant music–not sung by any bird–nor vibrating any earthly harp. When you walked with a joy which knew not its own origin. When you were an organ of which the world was but one poor broken pipe– I lay long on the rocks foundered like a harp on the seashore–that knows not how it is dealt with. You sat on the earth as on a raft–listening to music that was not of the earth–but which ruled & arranged it. Man should be the harp articulate.” –Henry David Thoreau, Journal, Volume 8: 1854

Image: A pencil made by Thoreau

Soie

Me encontro de novo

Roendo um naco de cetim

Espreitando-a por pouquíssima, a fio

Um gênero morto, uma lembrança também morta

Sinto-a pesando sobre a cama

O rilhar da madeira

A sublinhar minha feição, inquieta

Um emaranhado de linho

Desdenhando-a

Esquivando-se de sua nota

A crista do arco, tomando-a de relance

Sob toda a profundidade

Respirando constrangida

Acompanhando os golfos que por fim me sufocam

O que quer queeu peça

Ou pense, não.

Kon Ichikawa, November 20, 1915 – February 13, 2008.

The history of the devil and the idea of evil, 1900 

Design for stained glass windows in Ditteridge Church by Edward William Godwin, Metropolitan Museum of Art: Drawings and Prints

Gift of Royal Institute of British Architects, 1963 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Medium: Watercolor, pen and black ink, graphite

http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/363689

16|12|2020

Rachel Goswell, Slowdive

Sendai Photographic Group, White Cat on Steps, Sendai, Japan

Klaus y Erika Mann, 1930. Fotografía: Lotte Jacobi / Cordon.

Planten un Blomen, Hamburg, 2020, Canon FX