Luce, Ombra

Tutto il mondo in una goccia

Ernesto Bertani, Tango florido

"Come Talk to Me" - Bon Iver

Arte rupestre

Mogwai _ Stanley Kubrick (Official Video)

Canto II, Barnett Newman, 1964

Aurélien - Louis Aragon

Qu’est-ce que j’ai ? Qu’est-ce qui me prend ? Tout le passé qui me remonte, une marée. Les moments de la vie qui ressemblent à une marche manquée. Comme demander pardon à quelqu’un dans la foule, par hasard bousculé. Je n’aurai nulle par comme ici été le jouet de moi-même. Il n’y a pas besoin de langage entre un homme et une femme. Mais celle-ci, ce n’est pas la parole qui lui manque. C’est d’être. Ce n’est pas une femme, c’est l’absence. Inutile de lui sourire. Elle est ailleurs. Elle est l’ailleurs. La fin muette de la nuit. 

Pierre Boucher, Studio di mani, 1930

Henri Matisse, La reflection, 1935

Frank O’Hara, “Morning”

I’ve got to tell you
how I love you always
I think of it on grey
mornings with death

in my mouth the tea
is never hot enough
then and the cigarette
dry the maroon robe

chills me I need you
and look out the window
at the noiseless snow

At night on the dock
the buses glow like
clouds and I am lonely
thinking of flutes

I miss you always
when I go to the beach
the sand is wet with
tears that seem mine

although I never weep
and hold you in my
heart with a very real
humor you’d be proud of

the parking lot is
crowded and I stand
rattling my keys the car
is empty as a bicycle

what are you doing now
where did you eat your
lunch and were there
lots of anchovies it

is difficult to think
of you without me in
the sentence you depress
me when you are alone

Last night the stars
were numerous and today
snow is their calling
card I’ll not be cordial

there is nothing that
distracts me music is
only a crossword puzzle
do you know how it is

when you are the only
passenger if there is a
place further from me
I beg you do not go

Luca Vanzago, Merleau-Ponty, Carocci: Roma, 2012

Merleau-Ponty, Luca Vanzago