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The Heart, Georg Trakl

The wild heart grew white in the forest; 

Dark anxiety

Of death, as when the gold 

Died in the grey cloud. 

An evening in November. 

A crowd of needy women stood at the bare gate 

Of the slaughterhouse; 

Rotten meat and guts fell 

Into every basket; 

Horrible food.

The blue dove of the evening

Brought no forgiveness. 

The dark cry of trumpets 

Travelled in the golden branches 

Of the soaked elms,

A frayed flag 

Smoking with blood,

To which amanlistens

In wild despair. 

All your days of nobility, buried 

In that red evening!

Out of the dark entrance hall 

The golden shape 

Of the young girl steps

Surrounded by the pale moon, 

The prince’s court of autumn, 

Black fir trees broken 

In the night’s storm, 

The steep fortress. 

O heart

Glittering above in the snowy cold.

Sleep, Georg Trakl

Not your dark poisons again, 

White sleep! 

This fantastically strange garden 

Of trees in deepening twilight 

Fills up with serpents, nightmoths, 

Spiders, bats. 

Approaching stranger! 

Your abandoned shadow

In the red of evening 

Is a dark pirate ship 

Of the salty oceans of confusion. 

White birds from the outskirts of the night 

Flutter out over the shuddering cities 

Of steel.

Autolux - The Science of Imaginary Solutions (official video)

Autolux - The Science of Imaginary Solutions (official video)


sarajevo, april 2012

sarajevo, april 2012

sarajevo, april 2012

sarajevo, april 2012

sarajevo, april 2012

sarajevo, april 2012

Jackson C. Frank, Dialogue

I want to be alone
I need to touch each stone
Face the grave that I have grown
I want to be 
Alone
Before all the days are gone
And darker walls are bent and torn
To pass the time of those who mourn
I want to be 
Alone
Rivers that run anywhere
Are in my hand and just up the stair
Past the eyes of those who care
Who can never be 
Alone
Changes that were not meant to be
Tow the hours of my memory
Sing a song of love to me
To say you must never 
Never be alone
The tears of a silent rain
Seek shelter on my broken pain
And run away
But I remain
To speak the words
That sing 
Of alone
I want to be alone
I need to touch each stone
Face the grave that I have grown
I want to be 
Alone

Le Bonheur, Agnes Varda (1965)

Le Bonheur, Agnes Varda (1965)