Jacopo Zucchi, Golden age, 1575 If you suddenly walk on grass turned stone and think its marble handsomer than green, or see at play a nymph and faun that seem happier in bronze than in any dream, let your walking stick fall from your weary hand, you’re in The Empire, friend. Air, fire, water, fauns, …
Jan Van Kessel, The day’s catch – Harbour Scene with Fish, 1661 Preserve these words against a time of cold, a day of fear: man survives like a fish, stranded, beached, but intent on adapting itself to some deep, cellular wish, wriggling toward bushes, forming hinged leg-struts, then to depart (leaving a track like the …
Salvador Dalì, Dream caused by the flight of a bee around a pomegranate a second before awakening, 1944 Violet dusks I bear within me from my origins, naked maidens at play with galloping centaurs. . . Yellow sunlit days with gaudy glances, only sunbeams do true homage to a tender woman’s body … The man …
Edith Sodergran – Crepuscoli viola / Violet dusks Read More »
Wassily Kandinsky, Colorful Life, 1907 Not everyone can sing, Not everyone can fall Like an apple at a stranger’s feet. This is the greatest confession, That a hooligan can have. I go unkempt on purpose, With my head, like a kerosene lamp, on my shoulders. The leafless autumn, your souls in darkness — I love …
Sergei A. Yesenin – Confessioni di un teppista / Hooligan’s Confession Read More »
Victor Vasnetsov, The Birds of Joy and Sorrow, 1896 Light sheds its meagre ray, coldly in the damp forest. I carry Sorrow, a grey bird, sluggish, in my chest. What to do with the wounded bird? Solid, restrained, the silence: the bells, out of the misted bell-tower, have been stolen. And the heights stand, like …
Osip Mandelstam – Un povero raggio / Light sheds its meagre ray Read More »
Tintoretto, Leda and the swan, c. 1555 Era geloso tenero appassionato, mi amava come un sole divino, ma perché non cantasse il passato ha ucciso il mio uccello alburnino. Entrando nella stanza al tramonto – “Amami – disse – ridi, scrivi versi! “ e ho seppellito l’allegro uccello oltre il pozzo tondo, al vecchio ontano. Ho promesso che non avrei pianto, ma …
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