‘To honor the memory of anonymous human beings is harder than honoring the memory of famous ones.’ - Walter Benjamin
Dani Karavan : Passages, Walter Benjamin Memorial, Portbou, Spain, 1994
‘Summer has always been good to me, even the bittersweet end, with slanted yellow light.’
Paul Monette - Borrowed Time, 1988
Martin Parr - Italy, Rimini, 1999
‘… you regret the days
the nights blame you
life hurts so much
desperate where are you going?’
Alejandra Pizarnik - La enamorada (The Lover), 1962
Capucine
‘This thought strengthened in me my belief that all men, without exception, deserve to be pitied, of only because they are alive.’ -
Alberto Moravia, The Woman of Rome, 1947 | Moravia, Rome 1988
‘In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read much of the night, and go south in the winter.’
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land, 1922
Hiver à Nice, Côte d’Azur
‘Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. (…)
In my end is my beginning.’
T.S. Eliot, Four Quarters, Part II: East Coker, V
📷 Fabio Bressanello, Venice
‘You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; (…)
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, …’
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land, 1922
‘No verse is free for the man who wants to do a good job … Poetry remains one person talking to an other … no poet can write a poem of amplitude unless he is master of prosaic.’
Thomas Stearns Eliot - The Music of Poetry
Lecture University of Glasgow, February 24 1942
‘No verse is free for the man who wants to do a good job … Poetry remains one person talking to an other … no poet can write a poem of amplitude unless he is master of prosaic.’
Thomas Stearns Eliot - The Music of Poetry
Lecture University of Glasgow, February 24 1942