SKIN – P. Valéry: What is it, deeper, in the human being, is the skin. ALI – William Blake: The eternal body of man is the imagination. EYES – A. Blok: Under the tent eyelashes, the eyes appear nightly campfires. CAPTIVITY – Lope de Vega: I am neither good nor evil to me, but I said my understanding, that a …
Read More »UNITED COLORS OF MOON: Light it rests, caught in the river, while rough and murky, daffodils reaps silver
ITS – By E. Cetrangolo: Go to the formless, light, something in the wind on the water. LATEST – By J. Milton: Last stands between the dense clouds, the moon, regally boundary, marking the world resting, the silver light of the tunic. IMAGE – In TE Hulme: Entangled height provided with strings of large mast, hangs the moon. What seems …
Read More »UNITED COLORS OF ADVENTURE: Come with me, free to dream and go in freedom in the wind, like a hawk. Far, far more
Come on, let’s go wandering free weights: The spirits of the road winked, and I realized that I could not work (1). Come on, let’s go on dreaming: I go in the country of the rainbow, and walking with pendant arms (2). Come immerse yourself in the joy of going: Sun, shine on me up inside your heart. Wind drives …
Read More »UNITED COLORS OF MEMORIES: Stones dissolved and no tears, transgressions that sealed through the doors of the Failed
ANTIQUE – By W. Soyinka “Without tears as dry leaves, sealed with the stems of the desert, we have lost the hope of green nature trails. Their tracks are greener, who violate their ancient reservoirs, with steel rails, and iron structures.” FINDS – By E. A. Poe “We are powerless, us, pale stones. Not all our power is dissolved.” …
Read More »UNITED COLORS OF ANGUISH: Around midnight a cry on the ruins, rolling together and painfully, in the secret of happiness
CRASH AND RUIN – By (D. Gascoyne) “The anguish, ran like a crash on the ruins. From the Past accomplished, the emptiness of the Future. And the black, all the invading prism, became absolute.” NIGHT VIGIL – By (Lucretius) “The ambush, night vigil on the steps blindly. Nature has on the mouth a scream: suffering of the body.” …
Read More »UNITED COLORS OF SADNESS: Over the last horizon is the lone garden of sadness, where to dive between burning matches
INFINITY  “Always dear to me was this lonely hill,  and this hedge, which has so much  last The endless horizon.  But as I sit and gaze, boundless  spaces beyond that, and superhuman  silences, and deepest quiet  I thought I pretend; if just for  the heart is overwhelmed. And as the wind  …
Read More »UNITED COLORS OF MEETINGS: Frames of tremor woven, in the East, where the sand is warm,
MEETING of V.Nabokov “I remember your arrival: a ring growing, a tremor that the world ignores.” CHARM I. F. Annensky “As the plots of the wavering shadows, the sand is as white hot: do not say anything, do not smile, remains so, as you were.” WORRY Tsang Yang Gyatso “In the East, on the mountain top, clear the …
Read More »UNITED COLOR OF LOVE: When in the market of winter, around days, listen to her steps
“From the bottom of silver-gray, a slender deer is advancing in the winter forest, and cautious, step by step, wise, pure and immaculate freshly fallen snow. And I think of you, graceful figure.” (J. Maragall) “You, who have led the market in my heart, and you sold in another market, not sell this heart you busy.” (Abd Allah ibn …
Read More »UNITED COLORS OF OTHERNESS: In the yard or next to Robin, I do not have anything that is not even your
When I act on you, and you act on me, you are me and I am you, too. The word “ware” which means “I” in the Japanese language is used many times in the sense of “Nanji,” which means “you.” Thus, the concept of community, group, is always considered superior to the concept of the individual. (Yujiro Nakamura) If I …
Read More »GIVE ME UNFOLDING YOURSELF: Along with Lucebert, floating in a dark dream in the sun, a nod in the clouds
That man, in the Netherlands, he thought that the world was his home, but he was deeply convinced that all things of value were defenseless. He, the pessimist in his country was a poet, as well as an innovator of visual arts. Lubertus Jacobus Swaanswijk (in art, Lucebert), was born in Amsterdam in the late summer of 1924, and entered …
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