6. Evening Star
‘Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro’ the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
‘Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass’d, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.
Edgar Allan Poe
Negative taken from painting
8. Per me si va ne la città dolente,
per me si va ne l ’etterno dolore,
per me si va tra la perduta gente.
Michelangelo, Pieta
9. Through me you go into a city of weeping;
Through me you go into eternal pain;
through me you go among the lost people.
Alighieri DanteSam Jinks, art stage, Singapore
15. Nice to
meat you !
Beautycomesfromtheinside,2015-2016,Belgium
Conceptbuilder:Thi-LienKuijl
Photographer:JohanvanderHasselt
16.
17. To get back up to the shining world from there
My guide and I went into that hidden tunnel,
And Following its path, we took no care
To rest, but climbed: he first, then I-so far,
through a round aperture I saw appear
Some of the beautiful things that Heaven
bears,
Where we came forth,
and once more saw the stars
Alighieri Dante, Inferno
“The girl who fell to earth”, pencil with aquarel, 2016
21. Strange to say,
The luminous world is the invisible world;
The luminous world is that which we do not see.
Our eyes of flesh see only night.
Victor Hugo
27. Call as I might on training, art or wit,
no words of mine could make the image seen.
Belief, though, may conceive it,
eyes still long.
In us, imagination is too mean for such great heights.
And that’s no miracle.
For no eye ever went beyond the sun.
Alighieri Dante, Canto X
ThedreamofqueenKatherine,HenriFuseli,1970
35. Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux, Ugolino and his Sons, 1860
She walks in beauty, like the night
of cloudless climes and starry skies;
and all that’s best of dark and bright
meet in her aspect and her eyes:
thus mellowed to that tender light
which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
had half impaired the nameless grace
which waves in every raven tress,
or softly lightens o’er her fave;
where thoughts serenely sweet express,
how pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’ver that brow,
so soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
the smiles that win, the tints that glow,
but tell of days in goodness spent,
a mind at peace with all below,
a heart whose love is innocent!
George Gordon Byron
36. I walked out of my head,
while you were out of your mind,
way out there
in INFINITY
where,
NOTHING to find,
woke abandoned
no way out or through,
37. freedom’s not random its something you choose ...
Feel like an alien,
far from ecstasy in a PARALLEL reality
Although you’re next to me, you’re someone I can
hardly see at all
and in the unified field
the LIQUID deep space osmosis
no quality, no vanity
DELUSIONAL, planetral and insanity
Raise choas,
There’s nothing to lose ...
Daphne Guiness
38. Soon you will be where your own eyes will see the source and cause and give you their own answer to the mystery.
Alighieri Dante
39.
40. INVISIBLE CITIES
Cities & Desire 5
From there,after six days and seven nights,you arrive at Zobeide,
the white city,well exposed to the moon,
with streets wound about themselves as in a skein.
They tell this tale of its foundation: men of various nations had an identical dream.
They saw a woman running at night through an unknown city;
she was seen from behind,with long hair,and she was naked.
They dreamed of pursuing her.
As they twisted and turned,each of them lost her.
After the dream,they set out in search of that city;
they never found it,but they found one another;
they decided to build a city like the one in the dream.
In laying out the streets,each followed the course of his pursuit;
at the spot where they had lost the fugitive’s trail,
they arranged spaces and walls differently from the dream,
so she would be unable to escape again.
This was the city of Zobeide,
where they settled,waiting for that scene to be repeated one night.
None of them,asleep or awake,ever saw the woman again.
The city’s streets were streets where they went to work every day,
with no link any more to the dreamed chase.
Which,for that matter,had long been forgotten.
New men arrived from other lands,
having had a dream like theirs,
and in the city of Zobeide,
they recognized something from the streets of the dream,
and they changed the positions of arcades and stairways
to resemble more closely the path of the pursued woman and so,
at the spot where she had vanished,there would remain no avenue of escape.
The first to arrive could not understand what drew these people to Zobeide,this ugly city,this trap.
Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities
