an itinerant poet

Erik Satie | Élégie

Her voice had an extraordinary sadness. Pure from all body, pure from all passion, going out into the world, solitary, unanswered, breaking against rocks — so it sounded.

— Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room (via c-ovet)

(Source: requiemforthepast)

I cannot be tossed about, or float gently, or mix with other people.

— Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via c-ovet)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)

CONSTANT | RETURN: Charles Simic | Clouds Gathering →

anaesthesia4aesthetes:

It seemed the kind of life we wanted.

Wild strawberries and cream in the morning.

Sunlight in every room.

The two of us walking by the sea naked.

Some evenings, however, we found ourselves

Unsure of what comes next.

Like tragic actors in a theater on fire,

With birds circling over our…

chaomien:

rebecca horn

kitty-en-classe:

Ph. Lina Scheynius

(Source: linascheynius.com)

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Mark Licari.

(Source: maudit)

proustitute:

Emily Dickinson’s manuscript of “[The way Hope builds his House]”

denisforkas:

Herri met de Bles - The Paradise. 1541-1550

The soul was not
cured;
It was as full
as a clothes closet
of dresses
that did not
fit.

— Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems (via c-ovet)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)

Sad Farewell by Duane Michals, 1968

Also

iamjapanese:

Vincent van Gogh（Dutch, 1853–1890）

Landscape near Montmajour with Train 1888

Chalk and ink on paper

yama-bato:

Rebecca Horn / Tree of Winter Dew Drops / 2007 / pencil, colored pen, acrylic, and India ink on paper / paper: 71 5/8 x 59 1/8 inches (182 x 150 cm) framed: 81 1/2 x 68 3/4 inches / Sean Kelly Gallery

tantatralha:

“The fan suits my body”

Mechanischer Körperfächer (body fan 2) - Rebecca Horn
Found at Rolu.