Poetry is the weeping eye
it is the weeping shoulder
the weeping eye of the shoulder
it is the weeping hand
the weeping eye of the hand
it is the weeping soul
the weeping eye of the heel.
Oh, you friends,
poetry is not a tear
it is the weeping itself
[…]
— Nichita Stănescu, from “Poetry”, Bas-Relief with Heroes, trans. Thomas Carlson
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Alfred Kubin, Indian Journey (The Elephant) c.1905
“And we have only to glance again at the passage from Hemingway to find meanings for the word we haven’t yet examined. You may recall the peculiar formation: “Well, I went out of there and there were plenty of them with him…” This is the...
English translation (translated by Thomas Carlson and Vasile Poenari, provided by Romanian Voice)
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Joko viert zijn verjaardag (1969) by Roland Topor in a Dutch edition (above).
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“The history of literature is, of course, strewn with the neglected, the misunderstood, the forgotten, the never fully realized, and minor figures more influential than renowned. If one were to draw a Venn diagram comprised of each of...
Johan Christian Clausen - View of Dresden at Full Moon
The painting Portrait of a Carthusian sports a trompe l’oeil fly in its lower right-hand corner.
