Candle black

April 17, 2018

Candle black
Of witch’s fire,
Hear my words,
Hear my desire.
Witch fire burning,
Healing flame,
Warm my heart,
Remove my pain.

A.V.

Cracked Egg - Irving Penn

If you’re a woman, it’s almost impossible to establish a relationship. You’re too much for everybody. It’s too much. The woman always has to play this role of being fragile and dependent. And if you’re not, they are fascinated by you, but only for a little while. And then they want to change you and crush you. And then they leave. So, lots of lonely hotel rooms, my dear.

Marina Abramovic
Interview with Emma Brockes
Guardian newspaper 12th May 2014

define who we are

April 17, 2018

The arts are not just a nice thing to have or to do if there is free time or if one can afford it. Rather, paintings and poetry, music and fashion, design and dialogue, they all define who we are as a people and provide an account of our history for the next generation.

Michelle Obama,
Speech at the ribbon cutting ceremony for the Metropolitan Museum of Art American Wing, May 18, 2009

like a velvet rind

April 17, 2018

a cityscape at dusk

The whole quarter lay drowsing in the umbrageous violet of approaching nightfall. A sky of palpitating velours which was cut into by the stark flare of a thousand electric light bulbs. It lay over Tatwig Street, that night, like a velvet rind. Only the lighted tips of the minarets rose above it on their slender invisible stalks – appeared hanging suspended in the sky; trembling slightly with the haze as if about to expand their hoods like cobras. Drifting idly down those remembered streets once more I drank in (forever keepsakes of the Arab town) the smell of crushed chrysanthemums, ordure, scents, strawberries, human sweat and roasting pigeons.

Lawrence Durrell
Clea

Urgent Question

April 17, 2018

on your knees

April 17, 2018

She stands before you naked you can see it, you can taste it, and she comes to you light as the breeze. Now you can drink it or you can nurse it, it don’t matter how you worship as long as you’re down on your knees.

Leonard Cohen
Light As The Breeze