Temptation

When silence is self-imposed, it enriches illusions and cleanses sullen thoughts, whilst its infliction by others causes anger to pass but an insisting deception to grow.

Wit

Will our solitariness ever lift, or is the life of the mind its own reward?

J.M. COETZEE, Youth.

Dualities

«Nous sommes à la fois tentés par l’hominisation des animaux, ce qui révèle souvent nos projections fantasmatiques, et par la bestialisation des hommes, une autre manière pour nous de figer l’autre dans une animalité »        Antoine Spire

Mixed-media portraits by Charlotte Caron

A wave

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I’m obsessed with fluid and uncontrollable states of mind; as depicted by masters of writing.

I’m obsessed with Virginia Woolf; life and work.

Volcanology

There are those who burst with their insanity
Spitting stupidity, vomiting vulgarity
Not I, for I can but implode with mine

When I learn to erupt so slowly
My whirlwinds will turn into lakes
Pools of discomfort, embers that cool
Shall give rise to what may come my way

Fright

Thoughts of being nothing without my expectations and dreams have been here, within
But I am me, with the insides out, a bit real, still me
What scares and threatens may as well liberate
Through anger and ache, from past to fate

Outwards

Thinking tranquility cannot stop me from attempting to step out;
and novelty constantly drags me into untried territories:
its taste is truthfully fascinating,
albeit exhaustive

Pictures by Eeva Karhu

Random

One can never really assess the depth or the full consequences of having been a lonely child. If all ends well, at least three behaviors can be identified:

1. An adult with a richer inner world than a real life.
2. A person with an acute, self-based perception of others’ feelings.
3. One who sees proximity as a threat to one’s individuality.

These can be all present and intertwined, and procrastination is a common hint of the lonely-child syndrome.

 

That and an unshakeable taste for some time alone.

The Thread

Frustration becomes foolishness which becomes lust which turns into recklessness which creates shame which becomes sorrow which becomes anger which turns into attack.

Whose consequences are still to be pondered.

The Armor

When emotions pave the path for frustration
Right and wrong writhe the will of the strong
Expectations are the fruit of illusion
And hinder the way to be gone

From the meek, the gentle and humble
Mulishness will give in and then fall
What’s sincere will remain and make crumble
Even the saddest, thickest of walls

Dwindle

Thoughts that run and cannot be caught
Running ideas that may melt the pot
Melting brains of wrong wars fought

To clear, to struggle
To battle; for what?

Void

…

Every sentiment has its hidden roots,
Many failed attempts to grow a bloom,
Pure affection is seldom pruned.

Tears that dry though never wept,
Yearning for sharing: a most insistent sap

…

Disbelief

Letting go of love

Finding furor and fury

But seeing relieving faces

Is rebelieving in the brightness of bonding

Sampling

Post-busy

Feeling like laying

One mission accomplished

A lot still lies ahead

Elements

Erratic

Attention

Fighting

Fire

pictures by Ann Woo