December 2009
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Eppure talvolta mi accade di sognare, ma senza mai perdere per un solo istante il vivo senso della mia personalità e la libera facoltà di muovermi: sappiate che l’incubo nascosto negli angoli fosforici dell’ombra, la febbre che mi palpa il volto con il suo moncherino, ogni animale impuro che allunga il suo artiglio sanguinante, ebbene, è la mia volontà che, per dare un alimento stabile alla sua...
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Forse la giovinezza è solo questo
perenne amare i sensi e non pentirsi.
Sandro Penna
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neverneverland:
maybe dreams are the secret language of the body. the body which has been silent all day talks to us all night in its private language of images, puns, gossip, memories, dire predictions, fables and stories. where do these come from? what are they really? some deep well of endlessly firing circuits? random information? noise? the body talking to the mind?
laurie anderson, night...
“tutti sono capaci di complicare. pochi sono capaci di semplificare.
per...”
– bruno munari.
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neverneverland:
everything perfect in its kind has to transcend its own kind, it must become something different and incomparable. in some notes the nightingale is still a bird; then it rises above its class and seems to suggest to every winged creature what singing is truly like. - johann von goethe, elective affinities, from ottilie’s diary, 1809
“’ I have always liked to move at the periphery of Art, at the crossing of...”
– Jan Leniča (via lapetitebaobab)
« PROSPERO - Now my charms are all o’erthrown,
And what strength I have’s mine own, Which is most faint: now, ‘tis true, I must be here confined by you, Or sent to Naples. Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got And pardon’d the deceiver, dwell In this bare island by your spell; But release me from my bands With the help of your good hands: Gentle breath of yours...
