Edward Hopper, Nighthawks, 1942 We went out of our minds with the easy life, wine from morning on, hungover by evening, how can I keep this idle gaiety, your blush, O drunken plague? An agonizing ceremony in a handshake, nocturnal kisses on the streets, while the currents of speech grow heavy, and lanterns burn like …
Will Barnet, The nightfall, 1979 I feel an insurmountable fear in the presence of mysterious heights; I’m happy with a swallow in the heavens, and it’s the bell tower’s flight I love! And, it seems, old-time pedestrian above the abyss, on boards that give, I listen as a snowball grows and a stone clock strikes …
Giuseppe Cesari (Cavalier d’Arpino), St. Cecilia, c. 1630 May my lips rehearse the primordial silence, like a note of crystal clearness, sounding, pure from birth! Ritrovino le mie labbra, recuperino la mutezza lontana, primordiale, simile a una nota di cristallo che vibra, fin dal suo nascere, pura. Go back to album – O. Mandelstam
Zdzislaw Beksinski, In hoc signo vinces, c. 2000 This night is irredeemable. Where you are, it is still bright. At the gates of Jerusalem, a black sun is alight. The yellow sun is hurting, sleep, baby, sleep. The Jews in the Temple’s burning buried my mother deep. Without rabbi, without blessing, over her ashes, there, …
Osip Mandelstam – Irreparabile è questa notte / This night is irredeemable Read More »
Victor Borisov-Musatov, Slumber divine, 1904 I’m still alive: I’m still not alone, with a beggar-woman beside me I take delight in the huge empty zone, the haze, the blizzards, and the freeze. In beautiful poverty, luxurious distress, living alone – consoled, and quietly – these days, these nights, are blessed, and innocent labour echoes sweetly. …
Osip Mandelstam – Non sono ancora morto / I’m still alive Read More »
Max Ernst,Surrealism and Painting, 1942 A flame is in my blood burning dry life, to the bone. I do not sing of stone, now, I sing of wood. It is light and coarse: made of a single spar, the oak’s deep heart, and the fisherman’s oar. Drive them deep, the piles: hammer them in tight, …
Osip Mandelstam – Una fiamma disperde / A flame is in my blood Read More »
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