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ANAIS NIN ~ ARE WE DEAD OR ALIVE?

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“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.”
― Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

Zaida Ben-Yúsuf: ‘Portrait-Study’, 1898

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Still life by Giorgio Morandi

THE SURREALITY OF GIORGIO MORANDI

THE SURREALITY/REALITY OF GIORGIO MORANDI. Giorgio Morandi (1890 -1964) was an Italian painter and printmaker. “There is nothing more surreal,

SYLVIA PLATH ~ I WANT…

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“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.”
― Sylvia Plath

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ANNA AKHMATOVA ~ IN THE EVENING

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IN THE EVENING  BY ANNA AKHMATOVA

The garden rang with music
Of inexpressible despair.
A dish of oysters spread on ice
Smelled like the ocean, fresh and sharp.

He told me: “I’m a faithful friend!”-
And lightly touched my dress.
How different from embraces
The touch of those two hands.

That’s how one strokes a cat or bird
Or looks at slender lady riders…
Just laughter in his quiet eyes,
Beneath his light gold lashes.

And the despondent voices of the violins
Sing out beyond the hanging smoke:
“Give blessings to heaven above
At last you’re alone with your beloved.”

March 1913

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MSTISLAV DOBUZHINSKY ~ THE POSSESSED

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In life — with advancing age — one starts to understand the power of a person, who is constantly thinking. It is an enormous overmastering power. Everything perishes: youth, charms, passions — everything grows old and ruins. The thought doesn’t perish and beautiful is a person who bears it throughout one’s life.

(Vasily Shukshin)

Illustration for Dostoevsky’s “The Possessed”
1913

Mstislav Dobuzhinsky

GEORGIA O’KEEFFE ~ THE FOOLISHNESS OF BEING HAPPY

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Alfred Stieglitz 1918, portrait de Georgia O’Keeffe

“I think it’s so foolish for people to want to be happy. Happy is so momentary–you’re happy for an instant and then you start thinking again. Interest is the most important thing in life; happiness is temporary, but interest is continuous.”
― Georgia O’Keeffe

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GEORGIA O'KEEFFE ~ THE FOOLISHNESS OF BEING HAPPY

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Alfred Stieglitz 1918, portrait de Georgia O’Keeffe

“I think it’s so foolish for people to want to be happy. Happy is so momentary–you’re happy for an instant and then you start thinking again. Interest is the most important thing in life; happiness is temporary, but interest is continuous.”
― Georgia O’Keeffe

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CHARLES BAUDELAIRE ~ ON LIFE AND POETS

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“The beautiful is always bizarre.”
― Charles Baudelaire

“An artist is a kaleidoscope endowed with consciousness…an ego athirst for the non-ego, and reflecting it at every moment in energies more vivid than life itself, always inconstant and fleeting. The poet is like those wandering souls who go looking for a body, he enters as he likes into each man’s personality. For him alone everything is vacant…The man who loves to lose himself in a crowd enjoys feverish delights that the egoist locked up in himself as in a box, and the slothful man like a mollusk in his shell, will be eternally deprived of. He adopts to his own all the occupations, all the joys and all the sorrows that chance offers.”

Charles Baudelaire

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SYLVIA PLATH ~ ON LONELINESS

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“God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of “parties” with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter – they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship – but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.”
― Sylvia Plath

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PABLO PICASSO ~ WHAT IS AN ARTIST?

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“What do you think an artist is? …he is a political being, constantly aware of the heart breaking, passionate, or delightful things that happen in the world, shaping himself completely in their image. Painting is not done to decorate apartments. It is an instrument of war.”
— Pablo Picasso

Picasso, The Tragedy, 1903

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RECLINING FIGURE

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RECLINING FIGURE

Then the knee of the wave

turned to stone

By the cliff of her flank

I anchored.

in the darkness of harbors

laid-by

Henry Moore

Poem by Donald Hall (1928- )

Statue is Reclining Figure (1951) by Henry Moore

Plaster and Figure (Tate Gallery London)

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