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Partout où il n’y aura rien, lisez que je vous aime: Denis Diderot

IV Paris, le 10 juillet. J’écris sans voir. Je suis venu ; je voulais vous baiser la main et m’en retourner. Je m’en retournerai sans cette récompense ; mais ne serai-je pas assez récompensé si je vous ai montré combien je vous aime ? Il est neuf heures, je vous écris que je vous aime. Je veux du … Continue reading

Francis Picabia: Dada Movement

Picabia published one ofhis most revealing dadaist statements: “The painter makes a choice, then imitates his choice so that the deformation constitutes the art; the choice, why not simply sign it, in place of making like a monkey before it? Further along in this article Picabia made still more clear the purpose of his art, … Continue reading

A trifle : Erich Fried / Jürgen Wanger

A trifle for Catherine I don’t know what love is but perhaps it is something like this: When she come home from abroad and tells me proudly: “I sawa water rat”and I remember these words when I wake up in the night and next day at my work 10 and I long to hear her … Continue reading

Love: Pablo Neruda / Ryan Pickart

Love. Because of you, in gardens of blossoming Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer Remember your hands; how did your lips Feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white statues Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that Have neither voice nor sight. … Continue reading

All love letters are Ridiculous: Fernando Pessoa

All love letters are Ridiculous. They wouldn’t be love letters if they weren’t Ridiculous. In my time I also wrote love letters Equally, inevitably Ridiculous. Love letters, if there’s love, Must be Ridiculous. But in fact Only those who’ve never written Love letters Are Ridiculous. If only I could go back To when I wrote … Continue reading

Dino Buzzati: Invitations inutiles / Brassaï

Je voudrais que tu viennes me rejoindre par un soir d’hiver et que, serrés l’un contre l’autre, contemplant l’obscurité de la rue déserte et glacée, nous nous rappelions ces autres hivers fabuleux où nous vivions ensemble, sans le savoir. Nous allions alors toi et moi par les mêmes sentiers enchantés, d’un pas timide, au milieu … Continue reading

Bob Dylan: “I’m a poet, and I know it”

Bob Dylan has been awarded the 2016 Nobel Prize for Literature “for having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition”. Just over 50 years ago, following the release of his fifth album, Bringing It All Back Home, the Guardian published Chimes of freedom flashing – a look at the poetry of Bob … Continue reading

The Law of Dreams : Peter Behrens / Gigi Mills

  “Where do they come from, thoughts? Like wrens, out of the sky. They arrive. Noisy, hungry, perfectly themselves.”   – Peter Behrens, The Law of Dreams The Law of Dreams is a historical fiction novel about the Irish potato famine by Canadian author Peter Behrens. Published in 2006     Gigi Mills : https://www.saatchiart.com/gigimills

Fernando Pessoa: The book of disquiet / Rui Palha

We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we haveof someone. It’s our own concept – our own selves – that we love. This is true in the whole gamut of love. In sexual love we seek our own pleasure via another body. In non-sexual love, we seek our own pleasure via our … Continue reading

Baie des Anges :Nice Lithograph series by Marc Chagall

Nice and the Côte d’Azur (also known as the French Riviera) is located on the Mediterranean coastline in the south of France. The warm climate and vivid colors of Nice and the Côte d’Azur attracted many famous artists during the first half of the 20thcentury including Marc Chagall, Pablo Picasso, and Henri Matisse. Nice and … Continue reading

Ripenso il tuo sorriso: Eugenio Montale / Boris Kniaseff

“Ripenso il tuo sorriso, ed è per me un’acqua limpida scorta per avventura tra le petraie d’un greto, esiguo specchio in cui guardi un’ellera i suoi corimbi; e su tutto l’abbraccio di un bianco cielo quieto. Codesto è il mio ricordo; non saprei dire, o lontano, se dal tuo volto si esprime libera un’anima ingenua, … Continue reading

Pull A String, A Puppet Moves: Charles Bukowski / Chris Friel

pull a string, a puppet moves … each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, the bed, the walls, the room; all our necessities including love, rest on foundations of sand – and any given cause, no matter how unrelated: the death of … Continue reading

Waiting to be found : Michael Boiano / Onofrio Pacenza

So many waiting to be found: the dead buried in unlikely places, shallow graves,  in unhallowed ground; the living interred in pointless lives, unknown, unsought, unmissed; bored husbands and wives hoping to be found by others who might love them more, for a time; the religious waiting to be found by God and rewarded for … Continue reading

Is Love an Art? Erich Fromm / Peter Seelig

IS LOVE an art? Then it requires knowledge and effort. Or is love a pleasant sensation, which to experience is a matter of chance, something one “falls into’ 5 if one is lucky? This little book is based on the former premise, while undoubtedly the majority of people today believe in the latter. Not that … Continue reading

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock : T.S.Elliot / Diana Blok

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma percioche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero, Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo. Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a … Continue reading

I exist : Jean Paul Sartre / Suzanne Shevchenko

It’s nothing: I am the Thing. Existence, liberated, detached, floods over me. I exist. I exist. Above all, not move, not move… Ah I could not prevent this movement of the shoulders… The thing which was waiting was on the alert, it has pounced on me, it flows thorugh me, I am filled with it. … Continue reading

To The Nightingale : Jorge Luis Borges / Edmund Dulac

On what secret night in England Or by the incalculable constant Rhine, Lost among all the nights of my nights, Carried to my unknowing ear Your voice, burdened with mythology, Nightingale of Virgil, of the Persians? Perhaps I never heard you, yet my life I bound to your life, inseparably. A wandering spirit is your … Continue reading

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