Susurrus

The Method

Toys, 1914, Oleksandr Bogomazov

Size: 71x71 in Medium: oil on canvas

Like an April lily, you have grown in death, in a tragic snowy springtime.

Juan Ramón Jiménez, from The Selected Writings; “The Dead Girl,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty (Jonas Mekas, 2000)

Amélie | dir. Jean-Pierre Jeunet | 2001

DoP: Bruno Delbonnel

I longed with all my heart for a fresh green silence between living water and forests.

Renée Vivien, tr. by Jeanette H. Foster, from “A Woman Appeared To Me,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

Masao Yamamoto  /Japanese, b. 1957

from the series  ‘Nakazora’, 1999

source -   DantéBéa

Robert Klein Gallery /info

He loved three things in life:

Evensong, white peacocks

And old maps of America.

He hated it when children cried,

He hated tea with raspberry jam

And women's hysterics.

. . . And I was his wife.

Anna Akhmatova

THE SONG THE LEPER SINGS

I am one of those people whom everything has given up. Nobody in the city knows that I exist. Leprosy has happened to me. And I strike my wooden clapper, knock my sad theme song into the ear of every person who comes near. And those who hear that sound look certainly not here, and what is happening here they don’t care to know.

As far as the sound of my clapper reaches, there I am at home; but maybe you’re making my clapper so loud that they won’t trust my distance any more than they trust my nearness now. I’m able to go a very long way without coming on girl, woman, child, or man.

But it bothers me when I frighten animals.

Rainer Maria Rilke -  “The voices” / from Das Buck der Bilder

translated by  Robert Bly