Hadar Ariel Magar :: Let our shadows wither, 2016 / src: Flickr
“For a minute the sky pours into the hole like plasma.
There is no hope, it is given up.”
Tag: quotation
Jeanne Moreau, Paris, 1949. Sipa Press/Rex/Shutterstock
/ via
mudwerks / alternative source: The Guardian
“Acting deals with very delicate emotions. It is not putting up a mask. Each time an actor acts he does not hide; he exposes himself.”
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Kansuke Yamamoto :: Nude, 1953 /
via Wolfson Stuart
Ella se desnuda en el paraíso
de su memoria
ella desconoce el feroz destino
de sus visiones
ella tiene miedo de no saber nombrar
lo que no existe. [Alejandra Pizarnik]
American poetess Anne Sexton (Anne Gray Harvey), probably 1940′s / via
“Give me a report on the condition of my soul.
Give me a complete statement of my actions.
Hand me a jack-in-the-pulpit and let me listen in.
Put me in the stirrups and bring a tour group through.
Number my sins on the grocery list and let me buy.
Did I make you go insane?” excerpt from the poem Anna Who Was Mad
Robert Besanko:: Untitled (seated woman in skirt), 1976 / src: NSW
‘you are aware of what the image can become when you look at the subject. The signature is the lyrical line – the otherness – and the intimacy. I strive for the essence… but more as well. The eroticism is the humanity, if you do not deny it.’ (The Age, 2 August 1988)
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Velibor Božovic :: Collaboration with Aleksandar Hemon on The Lazarus Project (Riverhead, May 2008) / source: the-lazarus-project
She would one day die, and so would Rora, and so would I. They were me. We lived the same life: we would vanish into the same death. We were like everybody else, because there was nobody like us.
The thing is, everybody who has ever been photographed is either dead or will die.
Where can you go from nowhere except deeper into nowhere?
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La masturbación es una antología sexual, una selección de los mejores coitos (…) es económica porque no hay que invitar a comer a nadie, ni aguantar a los parientes de nadie, ni entender a nadie, ni compartir la cama con nadie, ni andar prometiendo pendejadas a nadie, la masturbación es una declaración silvestre de independencia.
Facundo CabralFot. Isa Marcelli
Angelika Ejtel :: Self-portrait, Florida, October 23, 2016 / src: behance
“with foreheads leaning
voiceless
like a scream tent-pitched on a steel string
we greedily catch our breath
counting one… two… three…the world is just two stories tall
just two
pretty tiny
a world with stars circling
– – – – – – – – – – – – – –
why is dying so hard?”
inspired by the poem “Dissonance” of Halina Poświatowska (excerpt)
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