Qu’y a-t-il en nous de pareil aux herbes ?
Fines et nues, toujours d’humeur froide,
Froides et unes,
Non pas mille grâces mais mille herbes,
D’attitude très naturelle.
Contentes sur place,
Sûres à l’ancienneté de leur décoration,
Elles assistent au bœuf.
Francis Ponge, L’herbe
Die Zerstäubung eines 10 cm langen Eisendrahtes durch einen starken elektrischen Strom, 1893
Fotografie Und Das Unsichtbare at the Albertina, Vienna
People ask me, ‘Don’t you ever run out of ideas?’ In the first place I don’t use ideas. Every time I have an idea it’s too limiting, and usually turns out to be a disappointment. But I haven’t run out of curiosity.
in the water of rivers and ponds
Man shouldn’t be able to see his own face - there’s nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes.
Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself.
The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.
- Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
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