Ana Gavilá Valls

"between one life and another what is it that
can really exist"

Jori Graham,
from "Place"

📷 Rocco Carnevale

"Memory insists with its sea voice,
muttering from its bone cave.
Memory wraps us
like the shell wraps the sea.
Nothing to carry,
some stones to fill our pockets,
to give weight to what we have."

Anne Michaels,
from "Memory"
#literarybirthday
#AnneMichaels

📷 by Lisbeth Salas

#literarybirthday
#MarkStrand

"A DREAM OF TRAVEL"
by Mark Strand
(Almost Invisible)

🎨 Maya Vericad Gavilá,
"A Dream of Travel"
(2025)

As April's green endures; or will endure
Like her remembrance of awakened birds,
Or her desire for June and evening, tipped
By the consummation of the swallow's wings."

- Wallace Stevens, Sunday Morning

"You are the lamp that grows into a star,
you are the glitter of the serpent's skin
in the green fire of the sea, the ship of leaves
guiding elusive April through dark dreams;"

Denise Levertov,
from "April (ii)"

📷 Deborah Turbeville

"A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth."

Robert Frost,
"A Question"

#RobertFrost
#LiteraryBirthday

📷 Yousuf Karsh, 1958

Burroughs in Paris by Brion Gysin

Milan Kundera
The Unbearable Lightness of Being

"The idea of eternal return is a mysterious one, and Nietzsche has often perplexed other philosophers with it: to think that everything recurs as we once experienced it, and that
the recurrence itself recurs ad infinitum..."

#HowBooksBegin

there is a love that no one remembers
and clear blue is the sky
with stripes of white, of yellow and of red with a lot of white
also in the blue, for the sky is
a big white dog
no one remembers
(...)
Jon Fose,
From Dog and Angel (1992)

📷 Eva Chupikova

The myth is the public dream and the dream is the private myth. If your private myth, your dream, happens to coincide with that of the society, you are in good accord with your group. If it isn't, you've got an adventure in the dark forest ahead of you.
MOYERS: So if my private dreams are in accord

"The air is full of anguish. The measures of nothingness
Are few. The Beyond is merely beyond,
A melancholy place of failed and fallen stars."

Mark Strand,
from Dark Harbor
XLII

🎨 Mark Strand
"One Bright Star" (1999)

Kerouac sitting on an old white wooden chair, dressed in dark wool suit with a tie and white shirt. His legs are crossed, whilst seated sideways on the chair and his right arm bends over the back of the chair as he looks to the right at the photographer.

"Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing the lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain."

Jack Kerouac

Kerouac by Elliott Erwitt, New York City in 1953

"Alone to the bone, I too have dreams
that keep me anchored in the world,
glancing at it as if I
were only an eye..."

Pier Paolo Pasolini,
from "I Too Am..."
(Roman Poems,
tr. Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Francesca Valente)

🎨 Mark Strand,
Ink Drawing

📷 The Medici Riccardi horse
National Archaeological Museum of Florence

"Poetry is the imagination of life. A poem is a particular of life thought of for so long that one's thought has become an inseparable part of it or a particular of life so intensely felt that the feeling has entered into it."

Wallace Stevens,
The Necessary Angel,
Essays

A film that documents Bogdanka Poznanović’s public performance piece ‘Action-Heart-Object’ where a large heart sculpture was carried around the streets of Novi Sad.

Ph. Action Heart-Object, Bogdanka Poznanovic (1970) #Film

„And what is better than wisedoom? Womman. And what is bettre than a good womman? Nothyng.“
#WomensDay #InternationalWomensDay #Frauentag #Weltfrauentag

BnF, Français 1177, f. 3v

Listening to a whole lot of #jonimitchell in the sunshine on #internationalwomensday today.

жінка, mujer, grua, emakume, жанчына, žena, жена, dona, kvinde, vrouw, naine, nainen, femme, muller, frau, γυναίκα, nő, kona, bean, donna, sieviete, moteris, mara, kobieta, mulher, femeie, женщина, fenyw, פרוי

🎨 Daiva Kairevičiūtė
#8M

A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.

Bachelard, The Poetics of Reverie

"The carnival season was at hand, and Hans Castorp inquired among the old inhabitants of the Berghof what it would be like."

Thomas Mann,
The Magic Mountain
(Tr. H. T. Lowe-Porter)

📷 Inge Morath,
Winter Carnival Procession, Bad Gastein,
Austria, 1955

The International Booker Prize 2025 | The Booker Prizes The longlist of 12 or 13 books will be announced on Tuesday, 25 February 2025 at 2pm (GMT).

How thrilled are we to see SOLENOID on @thebookerprizes.bsky.social longlist? Well we’re positively levitating, of course

thebookerprizes.com/the-booker-l...

The Many Guises of Robert Frost Sometimes seen as the stuff of commencement addresses, his poems are hard to pin down—just like the man behind them.

More than 60 years after his death, Robert Frost remains a cipher. “It’s hard to think of a better-known poet who is more difficult to know,” Maggie Doherty writes. “In that respect, and in so many others, he achieved what he set out to do.”

📷 Guido Rey
"Le Rosier", ca. 1903

📷 Inge Morath,
Reflection of Notre Dame Cathedral and dog
(Paris, 1958)

Tal día como hoy en 1821 John Keats abandonó su cuerpo

"And pardon that thy secrets should be sung
Even to thine own soft-conched ear"

John Keats,
from "Ode to Psyche"
#JohnKeats

📷 Isabelle Adjani jumping rope along the Berlin Wall while filming Andrzej Żuławski’s 'Possession', 1980

Wake me up when this year is over. 😴

(Illustration by Chohye Youn (aka Coniglio))

The composition is a painting in deep red and black tones. The landscape is a dark forest in a crepuscular cast. A central figure dominates the landscape. The character is the Loplop, a mythical bird and alter ego of the painter. Its beak and right eye (almost gold in the red tones) looks skyward. Another bird faces the Loplop, and appears to be it's partner... also looking toward the heavens. Above the wooded landscape, is an almost golden eclipse of a planet in the deep red-black sky.

"Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better."

Roberto Bolaño, Amulet

🎨 Max Ernst, "Je suis une femme, vous êtes un homme, sommes nous la république"
(I am a woman, you are a man, are we the republic). 1960

But the sea
which no one tends
is also a garden

William Carlos Williams, Asphodel, That Greeny Flower (excerpt)