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OSKAR KOKOSCHKA ~ THE TWO OF US…

in Passion Of Art by

“The two of us with a very strong, peaceful
expression, hand in hand, on the edge within a semicircle sea, lit be
Bengal fire, water-tower, mountains, lightning and moon.”
Oskar Kokoschka
The Bride of the Wind, 1914

JAMES WHISTLER ~ A SYMPHONY OF COLORS

in Passion Of Art by

Nocturne in Black and Gold: The Falling Rocket (1875)
James Abbott McNeill Whistler
Whistler was interested in the relationship between music and paintings and often called his paintings nocturnes, symphonies, or harmonies.

FERNAND KHNOPFF ~ I LOCK MY DOOR…

in Art Nouveau by

I lock my door upon myself by Fernand Khnopff, 1891

EDVARD MUNCH ~ A LIFE IN ANXIETY

in Just a bit of everything and everyone.../Passion Of Art by

“From the moment of my birth, the angels of anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I played, followed me in the sun of springtime and in the glories of summer. They stood at my side in the evening when I closed my eyes, and intimidated me with death, hell, and eternal damnation. And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?”

Edvard Munch

EMILY DICKINSON ~ ON POETRY

in Poetical Visions by

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these”
Emily Dickinson (American Poet, 1830-1886)

THE DANCE OF LIFE…

in Passion Of Art by

We all dance our own life, while some of us just like to watch…

The dance of life by Edvard Munch

APOLLO AND THE MUSES ~ ARTISTS AND DEMONS?

in Muses in a Surreal World by

“Apollo and the Muses”

“Artists are visited by the Muses, or tormented by their own passions and demons.”

Wes Nisker

JULIO CORTAZAR ~ THE FUTURE/EL FUTURO

in Poetry of Art by

The Future

And I know full well you won’t be there.

You won’t be in the street, in the hum that buzzes

from the arc lamps at night, nor in the gesture

of selecting from the menu, nor in the smile

that lightens people packed into the subway,

nor in the borrowed books, nor in the see-you-tomorrow.

You won’t be in my dreams,

in my words’ first destination,

nor will you be in a telephone number

or in the color of a pair of gloves or a blouse.

I’ll get angry, love, without it being on account of you,

and I’ll buy chocolates but not for you,

I’ll stop at the corner you’ll will never come to,

and I’ll say the words that are said

and I’ll eat the things that are eaten

and I’ll dream the dreams that are dreamed

and I know full well you won’t be there,

not here inside, in the prison where I still hold you,

nor there outside, in this river of streets and bridges.

You won’t be there at all, you won’t be even a memory,

and when I think of you I’ll be thinking a thought

that’s obscurely trying to recall you.

EL FUTURO

Y se muy bien que no estaras

No estaras en la calle, en el murmullo que brota de noche

de los postes de alumbrado, ni en el gesto

de elegir el menu, ni en la sonrisa

que alivia los completos en los subtes,

ni en los libros prestados ni en el hasta manana.

No estaras en mis suenos,

en el destino original de mis palabras,

ni en una cifra telefonica estaras

o en el color de un par de guantes o una blusa.

Me enojare, amor mio, sin que sea por ti,

y comprare bombones pero no para ti,

me parare en la esquina a la que non vendras,

y dire las palabras que se dicen

y comere las cosas que se comen

y sonare los suenos que se suenan

y se muy bien que no estaras,

ni aqui adentro, la carcel donde aun te retengo,

ni alli fuera, este rio de calles y de puentes.

No estaras para nada, no seras ni recuerdo,

y quando piense en ti pensare un pensamiento

que oscuramente trata de acordarse de ti.

JULIO CORTAZAR

VIRGINIA WOOLF ~ WHAT DO WE NEED IN LIFE?

in The words that make sense... brilliant writings by writers... by

“By hook or by crook, I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel and to idle, to contemplate the future or the past of the world, to dream over books and loiter at street corners and let the line of thought dip deep into the stream”

Virginia Woolf

CHAIM POTOK ~ A WORLD WITHOUT PATRIOTISM

in The words that make sense... brilliant writings by writers... by

Every man who has shown the world the way to beauty, to true culture, has been a rebel, a ‘universal’ without patriotism, without home, who has found his people everywhere.

Chaim Potok
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