Edgar Degas, L’absinthe, 1876 I drink to home, that is lost, to evil life of mine, to loneness in which we’re both, and to your future, fine, — to lips by which I was betrayed, to eyes that deathly cold, to that that the world is bad and that we were not saved by God. …
Anna Akhmatova – Ultimo brindisi / The Last Toast Read More »
Jean Beraud, The drinkers, 1908 I spend my life sitting, like an angel in a barber’s chair, holding a beer mug with deep-cut designs, my neck and gut both bent, while in the air a weightless veil of pipe smoke hangs. Like steaming dung within an old dovecote a thousand Dreams within me softly burn: …
Arthur Rimbaud – Orazione della sera / Evening prayer Read More »
Karl Wilhelm Diefenbach, Sphinx with Undine, 1902 You want to be light and a swimmer in the dark sea, inebriated: then give it the drop to drink, where you looked at yourself at night, the wine of your soul in your eye. The sea is darker now, inebriated: darker and heavier – as stone! You …
Henri Matisse, Decorative figure on an ornamental background, 1925 Drink wine and imaginethat I am a pasha,I feel anxieties worrying my reins,I smile, drink more,say yes to my heart(in the morning it is impossible),from bygone pains I playfullyspin a poem,I see the moon and stars orbiting,I sense their purpose,I feel myself travelling with them,no matter …
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 »
Jean-Eugene Buland, Parent’s happiness,1903 Nelle grandi acque di mia madre sono nato d’inverno una notte di febbraio. Mesi prima in piena primavera c’era stato un gran fuoco fra i miei genitori era il sole della vita e c’ero già dentro io.M’hanno versato il sangue nel corpo era il vino d’una sorgente non il vino d’una cantinae come loro anch’io un giorno me ne andrò. Do you …
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