April 2012
Little Annie, Strange Love (Songs From The Coal...
“I dream about her, I do not dream her. And confronted with the photograph, as in...”
– Roland Barthes, Camera Lucida (v)
“One morning, after many dark nights of despair, an irrepressible longing to live...”
– Albert Camus, The Rebel (anotherword)
“All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence.”
– Sylvia Plath (v)
“But he had turned, little by little, a disturbance into words, he had made a...”
– Samuel Beckett, Watt, Part II (v)
“I told him I had pleurosis.
And he thought I said ‘Blue Roses’.”
– Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie (s)
“Nothing has any need of me, nothing has any need of anybody, because nothing has...”
– Simone de Beauvoir, Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter (dp)
“I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too...”
– Ferdinand von Schrubentaufft (festimnu)
“The words of others are mistakes of our hearing, shipwrecks of our...”
– Fernando Pessoa (via)
“Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember,...”
– Franz Kafka (human-voices)
“Niente altro che del bianco a cui badare.”
– Arthur Rimbaud (42)
