Making someone feel seen, heard, and understood is the loudest way to love them.

@espasso

siir

icimde bir cadi var hissediyorum

oyle bir cadi ki aynaya baktigimda

benden ote birsey goruyorum

beni benden ileri iten 

beni gecmisten koparan bir cadi

iste bu cadinin yapmasi gerekenler icimde doguyor 

gunes gibi yavas yavas biz kendimize ne kadar yakiniz

biz kadinlar ne kadar vahsiyiz

bir yuruyusle hersey degisiyor 

had such a nice day

Erwin Wurm - Instructions for Idleness (2011)

Untitled, 2012, Etel Adnan

Untitled (2016), Etel Adnan 

“brit marling” parantezinde :  “the oa” & “I origins” / 

”persona”, bergman -  “a l'aube”, feu! chatterton

Daiana Ruiz

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Ariana Papademetropoulos. 

captain fantastic

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The Red Wheelbarrow Launch Audio in a New Window

BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMSso much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens

VIII.  The Dog & The Perfume Bottle (a free translation)

“My beautiful dog, my good little doggy, my pooch, come here and breath in the wonderful cologne I’ve just bought at the best perfume shop in town.”

And the dog, while wagging his tale—a gesture, I believe, that corresponds to laughter and smiles among these poor creatures—ran up and stuck his moist nose with curiosity into the unstoppered bottle.  Recoiling suddenly with fear, however, he barked at me as if in reproach.

“Ah! miserable dog, if I’d offered you a package of excrement, you’d have sniffed it with pleasure.  You might have devoured it.  So, dog—my sad life’s undeserving companion—you resemble the public that one must never exasperate with delicate perfumes.   Better, instead, to offer them carefully chosen manure.”

From Le Spleen de Paris, Charles Baudelaire

In Golden Gate Park That Day . .

BY LAWRENCE FERLINGHETTI

In Golden Gate Park that day                           a man and his wife were coming along           thru the enormous meadow                           which was the meadow of the world   He was wearing green suspenders                              and carrying an old beat-up flute                                                                        in one hand        while his wife had a bunch of grapes                                  which she kept handing out                                                                         individually                                                        to various squirrels                                                                           as if each                                                               were a little joke      And then the two of them came on                                                thru the enormous meadow   which was the meadow of the world                                                 and then            at a very still spot where the trees dreamed         and seemed to have been waiting thru all time                                                                            for them               they sat down together on the grass                                              without looking at each other                  and ate oranges                                    without looking at each other                                                            and put the peels               in a basket which they seemed                                       to have brought for that purpose                    without looking at each other      And then                  he took his shirt and undershirt off         but kept his hat on                                    sideways                                                and without saying anything               fell asleep under it                                           And his wife just sat there looking   at the birds which flew about   calling to each other                           in the stilly air      as if they were questioning existence                   or trying to recall something forgotten But then finally                   she too lay down flat                                                and just lay there looking up                                                                                 at nothing                          yet fingering the old flute                                                                which nobody played                            and finally looking over                                                                at him                  without any particular expression                                                               except a certain awful look                          of terrible depression

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