Jean Delville, The love of souls, 1900 Fly far, far away from this baneful miasma and purify yourself in the celestial air, drink the ethereal fire of those limpid regions as you would the purest of heavenly nectars. Fuggi lontano da questi miasmi ammorbanti,vola a purificarti nell’aria superioree bevi come un liquido puro e divino,il fuoco chiaro che …
Edvard Munch, Death at the Helm, 1893 O Death, old captain, it is time! let’s weigh anchor!This country wearies us, O Death! Let us set sail!Though the sea and the sky are black as ink,our hearts which you know well are filled with rays of light.Pour out your poison that it may refresh us!This fire …
Otto Dix, Triumph of death, 1934 It seems to me at times my blood flows out in waves like a fountain that gushes in rhythmical sobs. I hear it clearly, escaping with long murmurs, but I feel my body in vain to find the wound.Across the city, as in a tournament field, it courses, making islands of the paving …
Charles Baudelaire – La Fontana di Sangue / The Fountain of Blood Read More »
Maxim Vorobiev, Oak Fractured by Lightning, 1842 Great woods, you frighten me like cathedrals; you roar like the organ; and in our cursed hearts, rooms of endless mourning where old death-rattles sound, respond the echoes of your De profundis.I hate you, Ocean! your bounding and your tumult, my mind finds them within itself; that bitter laugh of the vanquished man, …
Guercino Atlas holding up the celestial globe, 1646 To lift a weight so heavy, would take your courage, Sisyphus!Although one’s heart is in the work, Art is long and Time is short.Far from famous sepulchers toward a lonely cemetery my heart, like muffled drums, goes beating funeral marches.Many a jewel lies buried in darkness and oblivion, far, far away from picks and …
Henri Matisse, Luxe, Calme et Volupté, 1904 My child, my sister,think of the raptureof living together there! Of loving at will, of loving till death,in the land that is like you! The misty sunlight of those cloudy skieshas for my spirit the charms, so mysterious, of your treacherous eyes,shining brightly through their tears.There all is order and beauty,luxury, peace, and pleasure.Gleaming …
Charles Baudelaire – Invito al Viaggio / Invitation to the Voyage Read More »
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