Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Monday, January 4, 2010

Andrey Bely... poem and drawing...




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VERTIGO

Now I have wandered long years and many,
Have drowned in the haze of the late afternoon
Until my poor feet are bleeding and heavy,
They must give out soon.

As I lounge in the fumes of the charcoal vapors
Questions pop out, like an unpaid debt,
And someone offers- in a tasty little packet -
A cigarette.

And then when I sit with elbows on the table,
Swoonin with awe, merged fearfully
With things not of earth, somebody says
"Here's your tea."

Oh, I am a child of the flame, of the glory,
Visions shine before me all through the night,
But can it be- can it be possible
They will not even know me by sight?




Sunday, December 27, 2009

Sunday night.... the Goddess...





‡ Rosaleen Norton

Rosaleen Miriam Norton (2 October 1917 – 5 December 1979) New Zealand, was an artist, occultist & witch.



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Sunday night

A long audient meditation, which chiefly consisted reminiscing about the more peculiar episodes in my sex life.
Have decided on a retreat of at least three months -- nobody to be admitted. Will create magnetic centre...................................................







Friday, December 25, 2009

The Act of Drawing... Unica Zurn







The pen "floats" tentatively above the white paper, until she discovers the spot for the first eye. Only once she is "being looked at" from the paper does she start to find her bearings and effortlessy add one motif to the next....


The Man of Jasmine - Atlas Press 1994



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Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Federico García Lorca...drawing and poem...



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Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint


Never let me lose the marvel

of your statue-like eyes, or the accent

the solitary rose of your breath

places on my cheek at night.


I am afraid of being, on this shore,

a branchless trunk, and what I most regret

is having no flower, pulp, or clay

for the worm of my despair.


If you are my hidden treasure,

if you are my cross, my dampened pain,

if I am a dog, and you alone my master,

never let me lose what I have gained,and adorn the branches of your river

with leaves of my estranged Autumn.




Saturday, December 19, 2009

Thursday, December 17, 2009