Rêve de Printemps (Dream of Spring) by William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1825-1905)

oil on canvas, 1901

Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged?

You are iron.

And you are strong.

Tracy Emin

Oh Christ I just wanted you to fuck me and then I became greedy, I wanted you to love me.


Signature of Lynn (or was it Joyce?) Leemb, born 1930. Created by performance artist time traveller, Sarah Todino

A Man’s A Man For A’ That

Is there for honest Poverty
That hings his head, an’ a’ that;
The coward slave-we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a’ that!
For a’ that, an’ a’ that.
Our toils obscure an’ a’ that,
The rank is but the guinea’s stamp,
The Man’s the gowd for a’ that.

What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, an’ a that;
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine;
A Man’s a Man for a’ that:
For a’ that, and a’ that,
Their tinsel show, an’ a’ that;
The honest man, tho’ e’er sae poor,
Is king o’ men for a’ that.

Ye see yon birkie, ca’d a lord,
Wha struts, an’ stares, an’ a’ that;
Tho’ hundreds worship at his word,
He’s but a coof for a’ that:
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
His ribband, star, an’ a’ that:
The man o’ independent mind
He looks an’ laughs at a’ that.

A prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, an’ a’ that;
But an honest man’s abon his might,
Gude faith, he maunna fa’ that!
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
Their dignities an’ a’ that;
The pith o’ sense, an’ pride o’ worth,
Are higher rank than a’ that.

Then let us pray that come it may,
(As come it will for a’ that,)
That Sense and Worth, o’er a’ the earth,
Shall bear the gree, an’ a’ that.
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
It’s coming yet for a’ that,
That Man to Man, the world o’er,
Shall brothers be for a’ that.

~ Robert Burns 1795

Title: That's Life Artist: Aretha Franklin 22 plays

important, self x

Title: What Is And What Should Never Be Artist: Led Zeppelin 7,551 plays

And if you say to me tomorrow, 
oh what fun it all would be. 
Then what’s to stop us, pretty baby. 
But What Is And What Should Never Be. 

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I hope the exit is joyful and I hope never to return.

The last words of Frida Kahlo written in her diary (July 1954)

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Allyson Anne Lamb


James Baldwin

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Highschool Lover // Maggie Dunlap

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We move quietly into the space, guided by a silent usher – a symbol marked in gold upon his forehead - to a short row of wooden chairs. It takes me a few moments to notice that we are all seated and stood upon a rough, white linen cloth…and following it upward to its place of origin, I see a statue of a woman in a white dress standing serenely with her back to the window, high above.

For a long moment nothing happens, I watch the statue carefully and notice that her expression is in fact not serene at all, her eyes are so severe they are a little frightening – that is until she starts to speak, and then she is positively fierce. Her feet planted steadily on her high platform she bears down on her congregation with a grave message. I don’t understand the words, they don’t have meaning to me but they are delivered so fervently by the sepulchral figure that my attention is seized.

She is human, and female, but through her sermon she is much more a priestess. An unwavering medium for whatever cryptic divinity lies within her words.

She is silent again. We leave our little church and the door shuts behind us. I am unnerved.


Gaest // Laura Mahony

photo : Frank Bobbins


Cine-Suggestion n.41 - “Strange Circus" di Sion Sono (2005)

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