Ernst Josephson, The water sprite, 1882 Nella montagna nera il torrente delira a voce alta A quella stessa ora avanzi tra precipizi nel tuo corpo sopito Il vento lotta al buio col tuo sogno boscaglia verde e bianca quercia fanciulla quercia millenaria il vento ti sradica e trascina e rade al suolo apre il tuo …
Anna Berent, The awakening of spring, 1929 Slashed earth: winter marked the land with its weapons, spring was dressed in thorns. Mountains of mica. Black goats. Under their sleepwalking hooves the slate glitters, and is grim. Fixed sun, nailed to the enormous scar of stone. Death thinks us. Terra screpolata: segnata dall’inverno con le sue …
Jackson Pollock, Guardians of the secrets, 1943 Go at it again, fling them around, give it to them, let them bitch, the whores, whip them, put sugar in their mouths, blow them up, globes, pinch them, suck their blood and marrow, dry them up, cut their balls, cover them, cock of the walk, wring their …
Edward Hopper, 11 a.m., 1926 Forget yourself and forget me. Scorda te stessa e scordami. Go back to album – O. Paz
Gustave Courbet, The Wave, 1869 The leap of the wave whiter each hour greener each day younger death. Il salto dell’onda più bianca ogni ora più verde ogni giorno più giovane la morte. Go back to album – O. Paz
Henry Mosler, The Spirit of the Rainbow, 1912-1919 Between now and now, between I am and you are, the word bridge. Entering it you enter yourself: the world connects and closes like a ring. From one bank to another, there is always a body stretched: a rainbow. I’ll sleep beneath its arches. Tra adesso e …
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