Keeping Things Whole | Mark Strand, 1964

L.A. Ring, Summer day on Enø, Denmark, 1913 

In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.

When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body's been.

We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.

Mark Strand, 1964
collection: Sleeping With One Eye Open

Frame Inside | The Son of Man | René Magritte, 1946-1964

Bill Brandt, René Magritte with his painting The Son of Man, 1964                    René Magritte, The Son of Man, 1946

"At least it hides the face partly. Well, so you have the apparent face, the apple, hiding the visible
 but hidden, the face of the person. It's something that happens constantly. Everything we see
 hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see. There is an interest
 in that which is hidden and which the visible does not show us. This interest can take the 
form of a quite intense feeling, a sort of conflict, one might say, between the visible that
 is hidden and the visible that is present."

René Magritte, 1898-1967

Forget | Edgar Allan Poe / John Lubbock / Friedrich Nietzsche / Carl Jung / Charles Bukowski / Jorge Luis Borges

Paul Klee, Forgetful angel, 1939

 “If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make 
a note that this thing is to be remembered.”

 Edgar Allan Poe

“Without forgetting it is quite impossible to live at all.”

Friedrich Nietzsche, On the Advantage and Disadvantage of History for Life, 1874

"We strain the memory instead of cultivating the mind."

 John Lubbock, The Pleasures of Life, 1887

“Whenever we give up, leave behind, and forget too much, there is always 
the danger that the things we have neglected will return with added force.”

 Carl Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections, 1961

“It's only when things are not going too badly for a while that we forget.”

 Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell, 1977

“I don't speak of vengeance, nor of forgiving; forgetting 
is the only revenge and the only forgiveness”

 Jorge Luis Borges

Book//mark - The Wisdom of Perversity | Rafael Yglesias, 2015

Rafael Yglesias                                            The Wisdom of Perversity, 2015

 “The world is chock-full of monsters.”

“Maybe becoming a monster is a sign of strength.”
“You have to feed the press or they’ll eat you.”

“Sooner or later everyone is defeated by their desires.”
“You could become anyone, including your real self.”
“I’m willing to keep an open mind about the existence of God or whether or not Joye’s Ulysses is 
a great novel, but I have no doubt that one way or another child molesters are nurtured, not born.”
“For a while she had a vague longing to be a psychologist. “Talking therapy is dead,” 
Gary said when she raised the idea. “It’s all pills now.”
“Jeff had learned the wisdom of perversity and made his lonely secret into art.”
“It was always the most striking scene, the best work, the most disturbing emotion and 
unsettling idea that attracts criticism.”

“There’s nothing that makes an artist more beloved than the audience pitying him 
because his work comes at a price they would never pay.”
“Also, serial killers, child killers, they’re hot, they’re the new cool kids, the new vampires,
 the new zombies, everybody’s favourite spook monster.”
“Percocet? Seriously?” Brian laughed bitterly. “That’s so nineties. 
He should at least update his addictions.”

“Gary was a righteous man, frank about his lusts, and they were the lusts of the
 righteous: for sugar and fat and the succour of a wife.”

“Little girls think their fathers will save them. Women know better.”
“After puberty, you look to one sex for more than friendship and
 to the other for less-than-complete intimacy.”
“Something about Christmas decorations inspired delinquency.”
“You see, I’m not the hack. God is. And the Old Fart doesn’t know how to write a 
conclusion that’ll satisfy his audience. He leaves that to us, his lost children, doing 
his dirty work, inventing uplifting endings to erase his mistakes.”

Rafael Yglesias, The Wisdom of Perversity, 2015

Alphabetarion # Spare-time | Alasdair Gray, 1981

Luke Edward Hall

 “People have a queer idea of the arts. They think you can be an artist in your
 spare time, though nobody expects you to be a spare-time dustman, engineer, 
lawyer or brain surgeon.”

Alasdair Gray, Lanark, 1981

Απ’ το φεγγίτη | Διονύσης Καψάλης, 1997

 Mario Nigro, Dallo spazio totale, 1954

Είναι αργά, κι έχω κλειστεί
από νωρίς στο σπίτι,
κι είδα το φως σαν το ληστή
να φεύγει απ’ το φεγγίτη.

Κι όπως χαλά η θάλασσα
ονόματα της άμμου
κι εγώ βαθιά σε χάλασα
που σ’ ήθελα κοντά μου.

Και πήρα λίγο ουρανό
απ’ τον μικρό φεγγίτη,
να σου στολίσω το κενό
μέσα στο άδειο σπίτι.

Τα δυο μου χέρια στην ποδιά
κοιτώ και μοιάζουν μόνα
σαν δύο άρρωστα κλαδιά
σε δέντρο του χειμώνα.

Και κλαίω σαν μικρό παιδί
που το ΄χουν αδικήσει,
μα δε θ’ ακούσω πια κλειδί
στην πόρτα που ΄χεις κλείσει.

Μόνο θα κλέβω ουρανό
απ’ τον μικρό φεγγίτη
και θα στολίζω το κενό
μέσα στο άδειο σπίτι.

Διονύσης Καψάλης, Απ’ το φεγγίτη, 1997

Marguerite Acarin (Akarova) | The Belgian Isadora Duncan, 1904-1999

 Akarova - Choreography & costume design for Allegro Barbaro (1929)
Akarova in Mazurka (Chopin), 1923                          Marcel-Louis Baugniet, Akarova, 1925–1926
Costume design by Marcel-Louis Baugniet                                                                                              
Akarova in la danse d’Amour de Falia, 1929                           
Marcel- Louis Baugniet- Portrait of Akorava, 1923                                        Robert de Smet, Akarova, 1923
Akarova in la danse d’Amour de Falia, 1929
Robert de Smet – Akarova In Berceuse, 1934                                         Robert de Smet – Akarova In Sicilienne, 1932

Marguerite Acarin (1904 – 1999) was a Belgian dancer, choreographer, and artist.

Acarin is generally known by her stage-name, Akarova.She was called "the Belgian 
Isadora Duncan".She studied music and dance under Émile Jaques-Dalcroze, creator of
 eurhythmics, after which she joined the Antwerp ballet. She soon left due to disputes 
with the ballet mistress.

In 1922, attending a meeting arranged by Isadora Duncan's brother Raymond, she met 
artist Marcel-Louis Baugniet, with whom she would collaborate for many years. 
Baugniet coined Marguerite's stage name.
They married on 31 October 1923, but separated in 1928.In this period she danced, 
choreographed, and designed sets and costumes, in performances to works by 
composers such as Igor Stravinski and Maurice Ravel.

Marcel-Louis Baugniet and his wife ballet dancer Akarova in 1923

Noted Brussels architect Jean-Jules Eggericx constructed a studio, performance venue, 
and home, for Akarova at number 72, Avenue de l'Hippodrome, Ixelles, in 1937. The venue
 opened on 30 January 1937 with performances by Akarova from Francis Poulenc's Les 
Biches, Maurice Ravel's Boléro, and Igor Stravinsky's The Rite of Spring. Performances 
at the Avenue de l'Hippodrome ended in 1957. After the closure, Akarova devoted 
her time to painting and sculpture.

 Marguerite Acarin (Akarova), Self Portrait                 Marguerite Akarova, Portrait Of A Young Man, 1950-1969


Evening Solace | Charlotte Brontë (1816–1855)

Lola Alvarez Bravo, Lya Cardoza, 1950

 The human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;—
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed.
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion,
The memory of the Past may die.

But there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart's best feelings gather home.
Then in our souls there seems to languish
A tender grief that is not woe;
And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish
Now cause but some mild tears to flow.

And feelings, once as strong as passions,
Float softly back—a faded dream;
Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations,
The tale of others' sufferings seem.
Oh! when the heart is freshly bleeding,
How longs it for that time to be,
When, through the mist of years receding,
Its woes but live in reverie!

And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,
On evening shade and loneliness;
And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer,
Feel no untold and strange distress—
Only a deeper impulse given
By lonely hour and darkened room,
To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven
Seeking a life and world to come.

Flick Review < Please Murder Me! | Peter Godfrey, 1956

"She isn't a woman, Myra's a disease."
Joe Leeds: [referring to Myra in a letter Joe wrote to Craig] 

Please Murder Me! (1956)
Director: Peter Godfrey
Writers: Al C. Ward, Donald Hyde (screenplay)- Ewald André Dupont (original story)
Cinematography: Alan Stensvold
Stars: Angela Lansbury, Raymond Burr, Dick Foran

Please Murder Me! (1956)

Evelyn Tripp | A Fashion Model of the 40's and 50's | Photos by Lillian Bassman / Horst P. Horst / John Rawlings / Erwin Blumenfeld / Irving Penn / William Klein / Louise Dahl-Wolfe / Frances McLaughlin-Gill

William Klein, Evelyn Tripp, 1956                                        Irving Penn, Evelyn Tripp, New York, 1949
Frances McLaughlin-Gill, Evelyn Tripp, Vogue 1951
Lillian Bassman, Evelyn Tripp, 1948
Lillian Bassman, Evelyn Tripp, Harper's Bazaar, Barbados, 1954
Lillian Bassman, Evelyn Tripp, Harper's Bazaar, 1954
Irving Penn, Evelyn Tripp, New York, 1949
Erwin Blumenfeld, Evelyn Tripp, 1952
John Rawlings, Evelyn Tripp, Vogue, November 1959
 William Klein, Evelyn Tripp (x3), Paris,1958                                             Horst P. Horst, Evelyn Tripp, Vogue 1951
Lillian Bassman, The Personal Touch, Evelyn Tripp, 1948
John Rawlings, Evelyn Tripp, Vogue, Jan 1953                             Horst P. Horst, Evelyn Tripp,Vogue, March 1953
Erwin Blumenfeld, Evelyn Tripp, 1950                      Louise Dahl-Wolfe, Evelyn Tripp, 1949

Evelyn Tripp was discovered by an assistant to Louise Dahl-Wolfe, the Harper's Bazaar 
photographer, whilst working as a clerical assistant when shopping on New York's
 Fifth Avenue.


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