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Transhumant. Insomniac.Historian.
Museum Inhabitant.
Aquarius ☉☿ Pisces AS
Havana - Cuba
© Mark Underwood
(via helloagauniverse)
Leonard Cohen with his lover and muse Marianne and friends George Johnston and Charmian Clift [in Hydra, Greece], Photograph by James Burke, source.
“A 10-minute walk from the sea, up several flights of steps and through winding alleys, the three-storey whitewashed home is now used by [Leonard Cohen’s] children. Cohen hadn’t visited for 15-odd years but his son, Adam Cohen, recently recorded his own album here. It’s empty at the moment, while a young couple who came to pay their respects are sitting on a low wall next to it, reading his poetry aloud.
Greece is a good place
to look at the moon, isn’t it?
You can read by moonlight
You can read on the terrace
You can see a face
As you saw it when you were young”
(via oblivion-soave)
Knife in the Water (Roman Polanski, 1962)
(via 365filmsbyauroranocte)
“The best way to travel, after all, is to feel, To feel everything in every way, To feel everything excessively, Because all things are, in truth, excessive And all reality is an excess, a violence, An extraordinarily vivid hallucination.”— Fernando Pessoa (1880-1935), from “Ode Marítima”, translated by David G. Frier
in: “Pessoa in an Intertextual Web. Influence and Innovation”
from scrapbook by Hilda Doolittle, a.k.a. H.D.
“You ask me, Am I as you imagine me to be ? Yes. But I myself would have asked this question without waiting for you to do it. Yes, I am as you imagine me because I dare not say I am not; and no, I am different because I do not wish to give pledges or promises. If I say I am different, I free both you and me, for my saying so bears a note of finality that prevents your approaching me with any sort of standard or demand. It would be too heroic to be as you imagine me. I know life, and be assured I know it well. Do not put your trust in me, I will deceive you; sooner or later, with a single word or even with silence, I will show you that you have been mistaken about me, and this will cause you sorrow, because the desired or the preconceived is never fully realized. Every step one takes is costly; one has to struggle for everything-to suspect everything, scrutinize everything. Allow oneself to be idealized ? Oh no, that I shall never do ! I am what I am; thank God I am aware of myself and can take my own measure. I have no need to be stretched or shrunken. I fear you bring to me a ready-made mold and hope I will fit into it. That is a great mistake, for, I repeat, I do not match whatever image of me you have created in your mind, and sometime, somewhere, you will see parts of me sticking out of your mold. One thing I can promise you: I will never try to squeeze myself into it and I will never cut myself down to fit it.”—
Olga Freidenberg (1890-1955), in a letter to Boris Pasternak (Russian, 1890-1960)
( St. Petersburg, July 25, 1910 )
in: “The Correspondence of Boris Pasternak and Olga Freidenberg, 1910-1954″, translated from the Russian by Elliott Mossman and Margaret Wettlin
“ Такая ли я, как ты меня представляешь, или другая ?! Ты это спрашиваешь—да; но я поставила бы этот вопрос, не ожидая тебя.
“As for the body, it is solid and strong and curious
and full of detail; it wants to polish itself; it
wants to love another body; it is the only vessel in
the world that can hold, in a mix of power and
sweetness: words, song, gesture, passion, ideas,
ingenuity, devotion, merriment, vanity, and virtue.
Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.”‘Evidence,’ Mary Oliver
Summer with Monika, dir. Ingmar Bergman (1953)