July 2011
There is too much of everything. I keep silent. I hold my breath. I curl up in a ball, I give up my boundaries, I retreat towards an imaginary center… I have my head shaved, my teeth pulled and my breasts cut off — everything that bothers my gaze or slows it down — the stomach, the ovaries, the conscious and cysted brain. When I have nothing more than a heartbeat to note, to perfection, I will...
“Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth...”
– Sigmund Freud (mirabile-visu, serialstranger)
“As soon as we start putting our thoughts into words and sentences everything...”
– Marcel Duchamp (aelxndr)
June 2011
“I love, pale one, your lifted eyebrows bridging
Twin darknesses of flowing...”
– Charles Baudelaire (dondante)
Miles Davis, Flamenco Sketches (alternate take),...
“Nessuno mi ha riconosciuto sotto la maschera dell’identità con gli altri, né ha...”
– Fernando Pessoa, Una sola moltitudine (progvolution)
“The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.”
– Arthur Rimbaud (liquidnight)
“I am the most tired woman in the world. I am tired when I get up. Life requires...”
– Anaïs Nin (dialogues)
“C’è qualcosa di più triste che invecchiare, ed è rimanere bambini.”
– Cesare Pavese 