“I go about to look at flowers & listen to the birds. There was a time when the beauty & the music were all within–& I sat and listened to my thoughts & there was a song in them. I sat for hours on rocks and wrestled with the melody which possessed me. I sat and listened by the hour to a positive though faint & distant music–not sung by any bird–nor vibrating any earthly harp. When you walked with a joy which knew not its own origin. When you were an organ of which the world was but one poor broken pipe– I lay long on the rocks foundered like a harp on the seashore–that knows not how it is dealt with. You sat on the earth as on a raft–listening to music that was not of the earth–but which ruled & arranged it. Man should be the harp articulate.” –Henry David Thoreau, Journal, Volume 8: 1854
Image: A pencil made by Thoreau
Scorpio Season
Berlin & London
November 2019
Forough Farrokhzad, December 29, 1934 – February 13, 1967.
Depois que uma pessoa perder o respeito de si mesma e o respeito de suas próprias necessidades – depois disso fica-se um pouco um trapo.
Clarice Lispector, em carta a Tania Kaufmann. 06.01.1948. no livro “Correspondências”. Rocco, 2015 (via temploculturaldelfos)
Porch Glider, James Herbert, 1970
The history of the devil and the idea of evil, 1900
Pour ma chère dame
Mudez
Em frente à minha imagem
Que nada representa ou diz por si mesma;
Dada a sua fragilidade
Não a abandono
A alinho em duas ocasiões;
Permanente e distante
Do distanciamento nasce uma lágrima
Aquela que escreve "Dálias" em seu rosto
Dada a sua franqueza
Da permanência encontro complicação
Surdez
Em frente à minha voz
Que aflora e morre em seu próprio conto.
Simone de Beauvoir, January 9, 1908 – April 14, 1986.
Death and the Maiden. Marianne (Preindlsberger) Stokes.
Jacob Bontius – Scientists of the Day
Jacob Bontius, a Dutch physician and naturalist, died Nov. 30, 1631 at age 38 or 39.
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