Johann Heinrich Füssli, Amor and Psyche, 1810 Disease and Death make ashesof all the fire that flamed for us.Of those wide eyes, so fervent and tender,of that mouth in which my heart was drowned,of those kisses potent as dittany,of those transports more vivid than sunbeams,what remains? It is frightful, O my soul!Nothing but a faint …
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 »
Ambrogio Alciati, The kiss, 1916 Se per i buoni uffici del signor Nuri spedizioniere la mia città, la mia Istanbul mi mandasse un cassone di cipresso, un cassone di sposa se io l’aprissi facendo risuonare la serratura di metallo: dccinnn … due rotoli di tela finissima due paia di camicie dei fazzoletti bianchi ricamati d’argento …
Paul Delvaux, The joy of life, 1937 Ero nuda tra le sue manisotto la gonna alzatanuda come non mai.Il mio giovane corpoera tutto una festadai capelli sulla testaalla punta dei miei piediero come una sorgente che guidavala bacchetta del rabdomante. Noi facevamo il malee il male era fatto bene. Do you know this poem in English? …
Paul Cezanne, Afternoon in Naples, 1875 The glasses were emptyand the bottle was shatteredand the bed was wide openand the door was tight shutteredand all the glass starsof happiness and beautyglittered in the dust of the dirty roomand I was dead drunkand I was a fire of joyyou were drunk and alivein my naked arms. E …
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