I WANT TO GO BACK: Poetry, by Takuboku Ishikawa
I WANT TO GO BACK I want to go back the ancient sweetness crying alone. So I said to her not to separate us. (Takuboku Ishikawa) http://www.amazon.com/Knowing-Oneself-Too-Well-Selected/dp/061534562X/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Read More »DREAMS: Poetry, by Fay Zwicky
DREAMS As he slept badly, he woke with anger for wanting to redo the loss. Loss of what? He was not sure. At his age, hardly love, perhaps a spasm. A narrow dense core, no more, He assured himself, breathing on his own in the dark. Why then he watched the door as if someone had come, and then walked …
Read More »UMBERTO BOCCIONI (1882/1916), ITALIAN PAINTER: Movement of the forms and substance of the matter, shades of futurism painting
TIMELESS BOOKS: Moby Dick, by Herman Melville
This epic story, the journey of Captain Ahab in pursuit of Moby Dick (a big white whale), has accompanied generations of readers – children and adults – for over a century and a half. Regarded as one of the great American novels, its beginning is truly one of the most recognizable of all Western literature, with its extremely realistic …
Read More »IN THE DESERT OF SOLITUDE: Poetry, by Iqbal Bano
IN THE DESERT OF SOLITUDE Even in the desert of this solitude, sparkle still images drawn from your words. And in the dust and ashes of the distance, still flourish jasmine and rose dell’esserti close. Right here salt the warmth of your breath, warmed by its own scent, gently, gently. And there beyond the horizon spark, drop by drop hesitant, …
Read More »THIS TRIP: Poetry, by Mercedes Roffé
THIS TRIP I do not know how many dreams ago began this journey, the shore of the sun, the shore of death. Like a veil sinks back into memory, apprentice of exile. Oh mirror, moon ominous. From which mountain will ask the way to the waters, the shore of the sun, the shore of death. The time has stopped, …
Read More »BETWEEN THE BATTLES AGAINST MYSELF: Poetry, by Heiner Müller
BETWEEN THE BATTLES AGAINST MYSELF What are my work, type of weapon and fight change, one of us always wins, usually is the other. There is a dead time, punctuated forage coitus drug talk: life. It’s too long, the wounds are closed too quickly. (Heiner Müller) http://www.amazon.com/Heiner-Muller-Reader-Plays-Poetry/dp/0801865786
Read More »JACOPO CARUCCI – PONTORMO (1494/1577): ITALIAN PAINTER: The orphaned son of a Florentine painter. The melancholy man, lonely and unscrupulous
THE SUITE ON THE LIGHTHOUSE: Harlingen, Netherlands, for your special stay in a lighthouse
I am sure you will love this opportunity to stay. Yes, very, very safe, because the flight of stairs leading to the bedroom, the small sitting-room, to the room of the lighthouse, will offer a panorama incredibly spectacular. Certainly, this unusual suite is a little expensive, but interesting, intriguing and unusual to celebrate a special moment of your life. http://www.vuurtoren-harlingen.nl/en/ …
Read More »MASACCIO (1401/1428), ITALIAN PAINTER: Shades of Giotto, Brunelleschi and Donatello, for vivid landscapes and figures perfect
THAW: Poetry, by Kathleen Jamie
THAW When we brought you home in a taxi, through the steel-grey thaw, after the coldest week in memory – even the river sealed itself – it was I, hardly breathing, who came through the passage to our yard, welcoming our simplest things: a chopping block, the frost-split lintels; and though it meant a journey through darkening snow, arms …
Read More »THE PLACE OF A WOMAN: Poetry, by Imtiaz Dharker
THE PLACE OF A WOMAN You must be careful to mouth, especially if you’re a woman. A smile is stifled, with the hem of her sari. No one must see your serenity cracked, even joy. If you occasionally need to scream, fault alone, but in front of a mirror, where you can see the strange shape that takes the mouth, …
Read More »EDGAR DEGAS (1834/1917), FRENCH PAINTER: The revolution of the way of painting, with the new use of light and the subjects outdoors
A WONDERFUL DAY IN THE CITY OF ACROPOLIS Athens and the Acropolis, along with a memorable dinner
This evening, in Athens, do not stay in the Plaka, come along with me in Ermou Street, where we can wrap the charm of the Byzantine church of Kapnikarea. Then, we will have the opportunity to continue to the old souk of Monastiraki, because it is Sunday morning that you can make advantageous purchases at its intriguing “flea market”. If …
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