black

In your Head

au bord

past

control

what if..

Journey to upper Mongolia

Je ne marche plus

/

once

smoke

but what's puzzling you?

summer

August

farewell isle

Aetna

To the elements it came from

Everything will return.

Our bodies to earth,

Our blood to water,

Heat to fire,

Breath to air.

Empedocles

.

the wall behind

the story

And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
 To tell my story. 
The rest is silence. 


Hamlet

overlook

library forest

And several times, said Austerlitz, birds which had lost their way in the library forest flew into the mirror images of the trees in the reading room, said Austerlitz, I thought at length about the way in which such unforeseen accidents, the fall of a single creature to its death when diverted from its natural path, or the recurrent symptoms of paralysis affecting the electronic data retrieval system, relate to the Cartesian overall plan of the Bibliotheque Nationale, and I came to the conclusion that in any project we design and develop, the size and degree of complexity of the information and control systems inscribe in it are the crucial factors, so that the all-embracing and absolute perfection of the concept can in practice coincide, indeed ultimately must coincide, with its chronic dysfunction and constitutional instability.

W.G Sebald

anti-clockwise

Rue

fence

unravel

un petit rien

necessary condition for an image

by margarita bofiliou

daily grind

And as they say, the incident is closed/ The daily grind has wrecked the love boat 


Mayakovsky 1987

that prism?

inside

the sun is out

but...

out of me, for alas,

when it warms me 

and i see it,

its no longer,

inside me

ombre

Quel enthousiasme d'une ombre pour un fantôme

P. Valery

Glazunoviana

The man with the red hat  And the polar bear, is he here too?  The window giving on shade,  Is that here too?  And all the little helps,  My initials in the sky,  The hay of an arctic summer night?  The bear Drops dead in sight of the window. Lovely tribes have just moved to the north. In the flickering evening the martins grow denser. Rivers of wings surround us and vast tribulation.  John Ashbery

melancholic solid

reflection

“hold,” in Hamlet’s words, “a mirror up to nature.”

 

prison

Stone walls and chains do not make a prison 

Houdini