the composer has stepped into fire
molly, 21.
“Maybe in this season, drunk and sentimental, I’m willing to admit a part of me, crazed and kamikaze, ripe for anarchy, loves still.”— Sandra Cisneros, from “One Last Poem for Richard” featured in My Wicked Ways (via watchoutforintellect)
Bernard Faucon
Le banquet, 1978
Fresson Print
11 4/5 × 11 4/5 in; 30 × 30 cm
“Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell;”— William Shakespeare, from Macbeth, Act IV, Scene III
Valley of Great Tarpatak in the High Tatras (detail)
Tivadar Csontvary Kosztka
1904-1905
“It was never you. It was always you: / your unutterable name, this growl in my throat.”— Erika Meitner, from “Staking a Claim,” Copia
Thomas Shields Clarke, Fernbrook, ca. 1910, Photographic autochrome, Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts, Archives, Photo by Barbara Katus / Brian van Camerik
Floral Book cover. Library Company Conservation Dept.
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“15 November. I will not let myself become tired. I’ll jump into my story even though it should cut my face to pieces.”— Franz Kafka, from his Diaries; 1910.
Peter Garfield (American, b. 1961, Stamford, CT, USA) - Mobile Home (Dusk), 1995 Photography (Not Manipulated)
