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L' Arbre
19/04/2009 23:24
Cet arbre et son frémissement
forêt sombre d'appels
de cris
mange le cour obscur de la nuit
Vinaigre et laits le ciel la mer
la masse épaisse du firmament
tout conspire à ce tremblement
qui gîte au cour épais de l'ombre
Un cour qui crève un astre dur
qui se dédouble et fuse au ciel
le ciel limpide qui se fend
à l'appel du ciel sonnant
font le même bruit font le même bruit
que la nuit et l'arbre au centre du vent.
Texte: Antonin Artaud Illustration: Joan Mitchell 20.04.2009
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LIEBE IST WIE ........
19/04/2009 23:07
Liebe ist wie der Wind.
Er begegnet Dir,
schön und berauschend.
Mit all seiner Macht nimmt er Dich.
Benebelt Deine Sinne.
Hüllt Dich ein mit seiner Wärme.
Reisst Dich mit in den Sturm der Gefühle.
Doch wenn er seine Wärme verloren hat,
beisst die Kälte auf Deiner Haut.
Die Kälte zieht in Deinen Körper und trifft Dein Herz
wie einen Blitz vor dem Donner .
Und seine Eiseskälte treibt Dir Tränen in die Augen.
Texte: Patti Illustration: Nicolas de Stael 20.4.2009
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MEDITATION
07/04/2009 07:27
MEDITATIONL'astral de la lampe
Perfore ma tête
De mille petits points gris.
La musique étonnée,
S'enroule
Autour de mon corps.
Illustration: Francis Bacon Texte: Michel Saloff Coste 7.4.2009
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ENDLESS
07/04/2009 07:14
ENDLESS
Beyond the sky
my soul lies wide
my mind in rest
my heart all love
this love, my love
no one can ever deem
the colors I have seen
dream
until I die.
Illustration: Richard Diebenkorn Texte: Nebulosa 7.4.2009 - 1h31 a.m.
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ABOUT DEATH
04/04/2009 23:28
I am standing upon a seashore - A ship at my side
spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strenght.
I stand and watch her until
at lenght she hangs
like a speck of white cloud
juste where the sea and the sky
come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says:
"There, she is gone!"
"Gone where?"
Gone from my sight - that's all.
She is just as large in mast
and hull and spar
as when she was when she left my sight,
and she is just as able to bear
her load of living freight
to her destined port.
Her dimished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment
when someone at my side says:
"There, she is gone!"
There one other eyes watching her coming
and other voices ready to take up that glad shout:
"Here she comes!" - And that is dying.
Illustration: Anonymous Text: Henry van Dyke 4.4.2009
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