pOMEGRANATE hEART |
Too high, too high to pluckMy heart shall swing.A fruit no bee shall suck,No wasp shall sting.If on some night of coldIt falls to groundIn apple-leaves of goldI¼ll wrap it round.And I shall seal it up...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Jun 2009 17:54:00 GMT |
iL fAUT dABORD rEPONDRE |
But if it is hard to fix the precise instant, the subtle step when the mind opted for death, it is easier to deduce from the act itself the consequences it implies. In a sense, and as in melodrama, ki...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Mar 2008 13:50:00 GMT |
tHE sENTENCE |
Today I have so much to doI must kill memory once and for allI must turn soul to stoneI must learn to live againUnless...Summer's ardent rustlingIs like a festival outside my window.For a long time I...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Aug 2007 22:56:00 GMT |
tHE bALLAD oF tHE lONELY mASTURBATOR |
The end of the affair is always death.
She's my workshop. Slippery eye,
out of the tribe of myself my breath
finds you gone. I horrify
those who stand by. I am fed.
At night, alone, I marry the...
Posted by on Tue, 29 May 2007 05:25:00 GMT |
dER sTEPPENWOLF |
And here it must be said that to call suicides only those who actually destroy themselves is false. Among these, indeed, there are many who in a sense are suicides only by accident and in whose...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 05:26:00 GMT |
8 fRAGMENTS fOR kURT cOBAIN |
1/Genius is not a generous thingIn return it charges more interest than any amount of royalties can coverAnd it resents fameWith bitter vengeance Pills and powdres only placate it awhileThen it puts...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 04:36:00 GMT |
wHO aRE yOU? |
The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.
`Who are YOU?' said ...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 11:09:00 GMT |
cOWSLIP'S lAMENT |
Where are you going, stream?Far, far away.Take me with you, stream.Take me on your dark journey.Lord Frith, take me far away, to the hearts of light.The silence. I give you my breath.My life. The sil...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Feb 2007 14:58:00 GMT |
tHE bLIND oWL |
...It does not matter to me whether others believe me or not. My one fear is that tomorrow I may die without having come to know myself. In the course of my life I've discovered that a fe...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Nov 2006 03:49:00 GMT |
lIKE eVERYDAY |
Shadafarin (Shadi) Ghadirian
b. 1974 Tehran, Iran
B.A. in Photography, AZAD University, Tehran, Iran
Artist Statement - Like Everyday (Domestic Life), 2001 I am a woman and I live in Iran. I am a phot...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Sep 2006 17:44:00 GMT |
