A man as a tower, after an Ottoman manuscript; artist unknown, c. 20th century, Turkey, featured in The Art of Medicine: Over 2,000 Years of Images and Imagination by Julie Anderson et al.
“Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck is infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace.”
― Roberto Bolaño
Roberto Bolano is one of my favourite poets. His story about zombies “The Colonel’s Son” is one of the best…
My gift to you
My gift to you will be an abyss, she said,
but it will be so subtle you’ll perceive it
only after many years have passed
and you are far from Mexico and me.
You’ll find it when you’ll need it most,
and that won’t be
the happy ending,
but it will be an instant of emptiness and joy.
And maybe then you’ll remember me,
if only just a little.
— Roberto Bolaño
|—||Roberto Bolaño, The Savage Detectives (via madstork)|
labios, besos, amor, todo renace:
las estrellas son hijas de la noche.
|—||Fragmento de Olvido, Octavio Paz. (via etre-dana)|
George Bellows - Stag Night at Sharkey’s 1909