La classe operaia va in paradiso (Elio Petri, 1971)
Photo by Kübra Arslaner
Richard Siken, from "On Perplexity: Chrysanthemum"
“The deeper the wound, the more private the pain.”
— Isabel Allende, Paula
Aimee Nezhukumatathil, from Baked Goods
Paul Auster, The Brooklyn Follies
Anna Badkhen, Bright Unbearable Reality
flamingos flying over tanzania’s lake natron, a salt lake which is home to three quarters of the world’s three million lesser flamingos, as well as toxic multicoloured extremophile cyanobacteria that thrive in water so hypersaline it would strip away human skin. for the flamingos, however, the tough skin and scales on their legs prevents burning, leaving them uniquely free to drink from the near boiling freshwater found from springs and geysers at the lake’s edges. (x, x, x, x, x)
Sun on the horizon (Naomi Kawase, 1996)
Cathy Park Hong, from "Spring and All"
“To make a new world you start with an old one, certainly. To find a world, maybe you have to have lost one. Maybe you have to be lost. The dance of renewal, the dance that made the world, was always danced here at the edge of things, on the brink, on the foggy coast.”
— Ursula K. Le Guin, Dancing at the Edge of the World: Thoughts on Words, Women, Places
Joel Meyerowitz / Provincetown, Massachusetts. 1976
“Icarus should have waited for nightfall, the moon would have never let him go.”
—
Nina Mouawad, Blue Sun
“Perhaps it is true that we do not really exist until there is someone there to see us existing, we cannot properly speak until there is someone who can understand what we are saying in essence, we are not wholly alive until we are loved.”
— Alain de Botton, Essays in Love (via thoughtkick)
Sky, Wind, Fire, Water, Earth (Naomi Kawase, 2001)