Asiya

Picasso laughs & rests his head on Prévert’s shoulder

Jacques Prévert & Pablo Picasso by Boris Lipnitzki, 1951

"Picasso's Promenade"
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What an idea to paint an apple
says Picasso
and Picasso eats the apple
and the apple tells him Thanks
and Picasso breaks the plate
and goes off smiling

A young girl in a white party dress looks at a large globe

A young girl in a white party dress looks at some flowers

Sarah Choate Sears' portrait of her daughter Helen, along with John Singer Sargent's painting, both from 1895.

Sargent wrote this to her:

"How can an unfortunate painter hope to rival a photograph by a mother? Absolute truth combined with absolute feeling."

Morning rays...

Spain ©️ Ruben Ramos

A color photo of a delicate and fluffy white medium-haired cat sitting on a window ledge. They are looking at the camera. What makes this photo extra special is that the cat is backlight by the sun coming through the window, the light illuminating their fluffy hair making them appear glowing and angelic.

Luminous angel babby from my collection, ca. 1960s.

Two Mourning Doves, beige soft-looking birds with long tails and pink feet, sit on top of a shepherd's hook bird feeder that is decorated with a metal bird. The doves are sitting so close to each other they are touching, which is super cute and why I took a feeder picture in some random neighbor's yard.

The bird photos will continue until morale improves

to have the seasons to have what comes to have my love

Fred Wah

a cloud doesn’t revolve around a cloud mountains don't taper to rain bark couldn’t be called wrinkled lightning won’t be long alone

Tina Darragh

All night, this soft rain from the distant past. No wonder I sometimes waken as a child.

Ted Kooser’s “Starlight”

Who’s the real addressee Of literature? The soul itself? What gave rise to the novel? Why Romance the real? Can the real Be borne without it?

Ariana Reines (@graywolfpress.bsky.social)

I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning.

—Haruki Murakami

Can love be plundered
by the beloved—or a captive
be released from the dark—
prison of your eyelashes?

All I can do is turn a phrase until it catches the light.

Clive James,

Hélène Béland,
'Light catcher'

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Final da tarde, Tudo para para assistir O pôr-do-sol Costa de Caparica, Almada - Portugal ♡

Last night I dreamed you came over and stayed...

Kim Addonizio

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ele perguntou-me
em que medida é que isso te marcou?

eu perguntei-lhe:
como se mede uma raiz?

André Tecedeiro

Arte: Cy Twombly

: já se ouve o marulhar... ❤️

#25deabrilsempre
#fascismonuncamais

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life is not like water.

things in life
don't necessarily flow
over the shortest possible route.

- haruki murakami

white butterfly anemone against black background

cream spray rose with black background

YouTube video by Upgrade Your Mindset If by Rudyard Kipling - Read by Sir Michael Caine

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"We all live inside the terrible engine of authority, and it grinds and shrieks and burns so that no one will say: lines on maps are silly."

Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making

Yes Babs yes. Rock-a-bye baby. Tura-lura-lura. Yes Babs yes. Something was bound to happen, in any case, there’s no living with those people without something happening. Sh, baby, sh.

Cortazar / Hopscotch (35)

. . . the Beat Generation was a new flock of early Christians gathered prematurely before the bomb, an open-air asylum for the gentle and the mad . . .

Norman Mailer
Cannibals and Christians

LOA Edition

“A breeze like the turning of a page
Brings back your face: the moment
Takes such a big bite out of the haze
Of pleasant intuition it comes after.”

——John Ashbery, Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror

To learn that we have said or done a
foolish thing that is nothing:
we must learn that we are
nothing but fools, a far
broader and more important lesson.
#Montaigne25 #Essays

katia chausheva
dusk light

With red ink and manifest complacency, Morelli had copied in one of his notebooks the ending of a poem by Ferlinghetti :

Yet I have slept with beauty
in my own weird way
[ . . . ]

Cortazar / Hopscotch (121)

Along the way

‘Hope, that lush Palmyra,’ a completely absurd phrase, a sonorous rumbling of the bowels, while the kibbutz of desire is not absurd at all, it’s a way of summing up closed in tight this wandering around from promenade to promenade.

Cortazar / Hopscotch (36)

But sometimes they would turn sad and vaguely understand that once again they had been having fun as a last resort against the melancholy of Buenos Aires and a life that didn’t have too much . . .
(Traveler and Talita)

Cortazar / Hopscotch (37)

Couldn't sleep, so went out early hoping for something for #Stunday. #kittyhawkpier #obx #sunrise

"I decided it is better to scream. Silence is the real crime against humanity."

Nadezhda Mandelstam, Hope Against Hope