Edvard Munch - Consolation.

Edvard Munch - Consolation.

my arms! my legs! each lies a bloody ruin!.. but I will soon feast upon your heart!.. you too shall know fear! //

Sonnet 89

by Pablo Neruda tr. Paul Weinfield

When I die, I want your hands on my eyes: I want the light and the wheat of the hands I adore to spread their freshness across me once again: I want to feel the softness that has shaped my life.

I want for you to live while I wait for you, asleep, for your ears to keep on listening to the wind, for you to smell the sea that we both loved together, to walk across the sand that we feel beneath our feet.

I want what I love to go on without me, and you whom I love and sang about above all else to continue to bloom, to be always in full flower

so you can complete what my love has set in motion so my shadow can wander the long length of your hair, so everything can understand the reason for my song.

Under the Stars - Lisa Benson

New Zealand , b. 1966 -

Linocut print ,  27 x 35 cm. Ed. 40 /50

The Sentence

by Anna Akhmatova tr. Judith Hemschemeyer

And the stone word fell On my still-living breast. Never mind, I was ready. I will manage somehow.

Today I have so much to do: I must kill memory once and for all, I must turn my soul to stone, I must learn to live again —

Unless… Summer’s ardent rustling Is like a festival outside my window. For a long time I’ve foreseen this Brilliant day, deserted house.

"Have you heard? The tree cracked and started to rot as she digged her claws into it. Even completely rotted, she is still hanging there. She'll never let us go"

Inktober, theme 2: Rot