Esfera contemplada contemplativa

"A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is..."

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 12:13:43 -0300

““A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one’s neighbor — such is my idea of happiness.””

- Leo Tolstoy; Family Happiness

Photo

Mon, 03 Jun 2013 19:23:55 -0300

fôsses tu um grande espaço e eu tacteassecom todo o meu corpo sôfrego e cego - Herberto Hélder

Mon, 03 Jun 2013 19:18:05 -0300

fôsses tu um grande espaço e eu tacteasse
com todo o meu corpo sôfrego e cego

- Herberto Hélder

bofransson: 1878 Claude Monet An arm of the Seine

Mon, 03 Jun 2013 19:16:12 -0300

bofransson:

1878 Claude Monet An arm of the Seine

Dylan Thomas’s work room

Mon, 27 May 2013 16:25:18 -0300

Dylan Thomas’s work room

"As silence falls I am dissolved utterly and become featureless and scarcely to be distinguished from..."

Mon, 27 May 2013 16:23:00 -0300

“As silence falls I am dissolved utterly and become featureless and scarcely to be distinguished from another. It does not matter. What matters?”

- Virginia Woolf, ”The Waves”

Ese instante que no se olvida

Mon, 27 May 2013 16:14:41 -0300

- Alejandra Pizarnik

Ese instante que no se olvida
Tan vacío devuelto por las sombras
Tan vacío rechazado por los relojes
Ese pobre instante adoptado por mi ternura
Desnudo desnudo de sangre de alas
Sin ojos para recordar angustias de antaño
Sin labios para recoger el zumo de las violencias
perdidas en el canto de los helados campanarios.

Ampáralo niña ciega de alma
Ponle tus cabellos escarchados por el fuego
Abrázalo pequeña estatua de terror.
Señálale el mundo convulsionado a tus pies
A tus pies donde mueren las golondrinas
Tiritantes de pavor frente al futuro
Dile que los suspiros del mar
Humedecen las únicas palabras
Por las que vale vivir.

Pero ese instante sudoroso de nada
Acurrucado en la cueva del destino
Sin manos para decir nunca
Sin manos para regalar mariposas
A los niños muertos

Sabine Weiss / Ceramique de Miro-Antigos, ca. 1975. Vintage...

Tue, 14 May 2013 22:15:53 -0300

Sabine Weiss / Ceramique de Miro-Antigos, ca. 1975. Vintage gelatin silver print

Fritz Henle (German, 1909-1993). “Composition #17”. Original...

Tue, 14 May 2013 21:57:42 -0300

Fritz Henle (German, 1909-1993). “Composition #17”. Original vintage photogravure. c1947.

Hugo Scheiber: Man Reading Newspaper (c.1918)

Tue, 14 May 2013 21:55:01 -0300

Hugo Scheiber: Man Reading Newspaper (c.1918)

Riprap

Tue, 07 May 2013 09:46:54 -0300

― Gary Snyder

Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way.
straying planets,
These poems, people,
lost ponies with
Dragging saddles —
and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like an endless
four-dimensional
Game of Go.
ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.

conversa ao meio-fio

Tue, 07 May 2013 00:35:51 -0300

- Enre

A rua
não que fosse estreita
As mulheres é que conversavam largo
Coro que os homens não desperdiçavam

As janelas
possuíam a altura dos olhos
O parapeito, a extensão do vento

O passeio
tinha a medida dos pés
O que excedia não era medo

A avenida
não que seja larga
Os autos é que encolheram os rios

Os edifícios
são mudos.
Homens e mulheres

"- Certes, je sortirai, quant à moi, satisfait D’un monde où l’action n’est pas..."

Mon, 06 May 2013 23:58:11 -0300

“- Certes, je sortirai, quant à moi, satisfait
D’un monde où l’action n’est pas la sœur du rêve ;
Puissé-je user du glaive et périr par le glaive !”

- Charles Baudelaire

Video

Mon, 06 May 2013 21:36:36 -0300

Comme vive patience

Mon, 06 May 2013 21:35:00 -0300

- Mohammed Dib

du mur

à sa blancheur

du visage

à l’exil vain

lever les yeux

lentement feindre

et ces vierges soudaines

de ressurgir

toutes de connivence

riant aux fenêtres

Photo

Mon, 06 May 2013 20:32:17 -0300

Winter, Emile Nolde - 1907

Mon, 06 May 2013 17:47:23 -0300

Winter, Emile Nolde - 1907

Aubade

Mon, 06 May 2013 17:45:34 -0300

- Amanda Jernigan

Day broke. Upon the waters broke
in waves on waves unbreaking and
night fell, unveiling in its wake
one perfect whitened rib of land.

I slept, and while I slept I dreamed,
a breaking wave, a flowering tree,
and all of one accord I seemed.
I woke, and you divided me.

Photo

Mon, 06 May 2013 17:42:20 -0300

Photo

Mon, 06 May 2013 16:57:06 -0300