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O Quetzalcoatl
Strident rigid banner of zinc
black above the roof tiles of my paternal
house, which I will never see again.
Magnetic pole in the snowy air.
On the sidewalk white with dust and cold, étrange jouet, of my already far-off
childhood.
I think of a city in Alaska on a winter
morning, white below the white
mountains, near the dark
sea.
— Mar 18, 2024 06:37PM
Strident rigid banner of zinc
black above the roof tiles of my paternal
house, which I will never see again.
Magnetic pole in the snowy air.
On the sidewalk white with dust and cold, étrange jouet, of my already far-off
childhood.
I think of a city in Alaska on a winter
morning, white below the white
mountains, near the dark
sea.
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Heraclitus "teaches us that time does not exist and that the past is equal to the future on the great curve of eternity. Perhaps the Romans wanted the image of Janus, the double-faced god (Janus Bifrons), to mean the same thing; and each night a dream, during the deepest hour of rest, shows us that the past is equal to the future, memory that mixes with prophecy in a mysterious marriage."
— Mar 16, 2024 02:09PM
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In Apollinaire's review of de Chirico's work on show at the Salon des Indépendants of 1914, he observed how "(the strangeness of the plastic enigmas that M. de Chirico offers to us is still lost upon the majority. It is that most modern of resources, surprise, upon which this painter draws in order to depict the fatal character of modern things."
— Mar 16, 2024 01:17PM
toward the ports of old Europe.
And in this hour of grace we don't remember
the spring, destroying storm,
cyclone of love and of death.
Winter will come loosely dressed with a Browning automatic
in the pocket of its trousers.
"Vous ne fûtes jamais en Italie Madame?"
And you Piedmontese engineer, constructor of new railway lines, why are you so melancholy today?
That America was not a part of Asia no one suspected until that evening in 1513
when from the highlands of Panama Balboa saw the vast Pacific Ocean and understood that the world
discovered was truly
a new world.