Il pleut: Le Cubisme




"Les lignes parallèles à l'horizon donnent l'étendue, soit une section de la nature ou, si vous aimez mieux, du spectacle que le Pater Omnipotens Aeterne Deus étale devant nos yeux. Les lignes perpendiculaires à cet horizon donnent la profondeur. Or, la nature, pour nous hommes, est plus en profondeur qu'en surface, d'où la nécessité d'introduire dans nos vibrations de lumière, représentées par les rouges et les jaunes, une somme suffisante de bleutés, pour faire sentir l'air"


The germination of the narcissi



between [sic] the silences of mosses

towards the distant mirror of the lake
in which,
the veils of winter having disappeared,
he has newly discovered
the lightning flash
of his faithful image.
It seems that with the loss of his divinity the whole high plateau
pours itself out,
crashes and crumbles
among the solitude and the incurable silence of iron oxides
while its dead weight
raises the entire swarming and apotheosic
plateau from the plain
from which already thrust towards the sky
the artesian fountains of grass
and from which rise,
erect,
tender,
and hard,
the innumerable floral spears
of the deafening armies of the germination of the narcissi.


Gunshot



I am longing for your poison

Like a cancer for its prey
Shot an arrow, in your harbor 
Where you waited in the rain
I am sire, I am ivy
I am no one, I'm nobody
I am longing for your honey 
I am longing for your love

And the shot goes through my head and back
Gun shot, I can't take it back

-Lykke Li (Gunshot)



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