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Ana Gavilá Valls
@evasinclair11.bsky.social
Philologist. Master in English Studies. PhD researcher. Yoga Teacher. Herbivore
📷 Xavier Argente
"between one life and another what is it that
can really exist"

Jori Graham,
from "Place"

📷 Rocco Carnevale
May 16, 2025 at 9:27 PM
"Memory insists with its sea voice,
muttering from its bone cave.
Memory wraps us
like the shell wraps the sea.
Nothing to carry,
some stones to fill our pockets,
to give weight to what we have."

Anne Michaels,
from "Memory"
#literarybirthday
#AnneMichaels

📷 by Lisbeth Salas
April 15, 2025 at 8:51 AM
#literarybirthday
#MarkStrand

"A DREAM OF TRAVEL"
by Mark Strand
(Almost Invisible)

🎨 Maya Vericad Gavilá,
"A Dream of Travel"
(2025)
April 11, 2025 at 9:51 AM
"You are the lamp that grows into a star,
you are the glitter of the serpent's skin
in the green fire of the sea, the ship of leaves
guiding elusive April through dark dreams;"

Denise Levertov,
from "April (ii)"

📷 Deborah Turbeville
April 1, 2025 at 2:19 PM
"A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth."

Robert Frost,
"A Question"

#RobertFrost
#LiteraryBirthday

📷 Yousuf Karsh, 1958
March 26, 2025 at 9:18 AM
there is a love that no one remembers
and clear blue is the sky
with stripes of white, of yellow and of red with a lot of white
also in the blue, for the sky is
a big white dog
no one remembers
(...)
Jon Fose,
From Dog and Angel (1992)

📷 Eva Chupikova
March 18, 2025 at 5:40 PM
"The air is full of anguish. The measures of nothingness
Are few. The Beyond is merely beyond,
A melancholy place of failed and fallen stars."

Mark Strand,
from Dark Harbor
XLII

🎨 Mark Strand
"One Bright Star" (1999)
March 17, 2025 at 5:20 PM
"Alone to the bone, I too have dreams
that keep me anchored in the world,
glancing at it as if I
were only an eye..."

Pier Paolo Pasolini,
from "I Too Am..."
(Roman Poems,
tr. Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Francesca Valente)

🎨 Mark Strand,
Ink Drawing
March 14, 2025 at 9:37 AM
"Poetry is the imagination of life. A poem is a particular of life thought of for so long that one's thought has become an inseparable part of it or a particular of life so intensely felt that the feeling has entered into it."

Wallace Stevens,
The Necessary Angel,
Essays
March 11, 2025 at 4:25 PM
жінка, mujer, grua, emakume, жанчына, žena, жена, dona, kvinde, vrouw, naine, nainen, femme, muller, frau, γυναίκα, nő, kona, bean, donna, sieviete, moteris, mara, kobieta, mulher, femeie, женщина, fenyw, פרוי

🎨 Daiva Kairevičiūtė
#8M
March 8, 2025 at 7:42 AM
"The carnival season was at hand, and Hans Castorp inquired among the old inhabitants of the Berghof what it would be like."

Thomas Mann,
The Magic Mountain
(Tr. H. T. Lowe-Porter)

📷 Inge Morath,
Winter Carnival Procession, Bad Gastein,
Austria, 1955
February 28, 2025 at 9:53 PM
📷 Guido Rey
"Le Rosier", ca. 1903
February 24, 2025 at 8:31 AM
📷 Inge Morath,
Reflection of Notre Dame Cathedral and dog
(Paris, 1958)
February 24, 2025 at 8:28 AM
Tal día como hoy en 1821 John Keats abandonó su cuerpo

"And pardon that thy secrets should be sung
Even to thine own soft-conched ear"

John Keats,
from "Ode to Psyche"
#JohnKeats

📷 Isabelle Adjani jumping rope along the Berlin Wall while filming Andrzej Żuławski’s 'Possession', 1980
February 23, 2025 at 4:55 PM
"Thus far pathology, the theory of disease, the accentuation of the physical through pain; yet, in so far as it was the accentuation of the physical, at the same time accentuation through desire."

Thomas Mann,
The Magic Mountain
(Tr.H.T. Lowe-Porter)

📷 Susan de Witt
February 19, 2025 at 2:19 PM
"What fabrications they are, mothers. Scarecrows, wax dolls for us to stick pins into, crude diagrams."

Margaret Atwood,
The Blind Assassin

🎬 Pigen Med Nålen,
Magnus von Horn
(2024)
February 16, 2025 at 4:35 PM
"Language discovers what one might know, which in turn is always less than what language might say."

Lyn Hejinian,
from The Language of Inquiry

📷 Mel Bochner,
"Wrap. Portrait of Eva Hesse" (1966)
February 15, 2025 at 3:16 PM
R.I.P. Mel Bochner
(1940-2025)

1. 🎨 Cezanne Said, 2016
2. Language is not Transparent, 1969
February 15, 2025 at 9:20 AM
"yet, within the antithesis of body and mind, the body is the evil, the devilish principle, for the body is nature, and nature _within the sphere, I repeat, of her antagonism to the mind, and to reason_ is evil, mystical and evil."

Thomas Mann,
The Magic Mountain
(Tr. H.T. Lowe-Porter)

📷Zsuzsi Ujj
February 13, 2025 at 3:45 PM
Barcelona in The Magic Mountain:

"Last spring a formal meeting of the League was called, at Barcelona. You are aware that that city can boast of a quite special affinity with progressive political ideas."

Thomas Mann,
The Magic Mountain
(Tr. H.T.Lowe-Porter)

📷 Yousuf Karsh, 1946
February 12, 2025 at 9:34 AM
"In Samarcand women give a baby sugar-candy to suck and put glue in the palm of its hand, in order that, when the child grows up, his words may be sweet and precious things may stick to his hands as if they were glued"

J.G.Frazer
The Golden Bough
A Study in Magic and Religion

📷J.Wallace Pondelicek
February 6, 2025 at 10:01 AM
"For death is worthy of homage, as the craddle of life, as the womb of palingenesis. Severed from life, it becomes a spectre, a distortion, and worse."

Thomas Mann,
The Magic Mountain
(Tr. H. T. Lowe-Porter)

📷 Ana Priscila Rodríguez
February 3, 2025 at 9:31 PM
"Perhaps the fin-de-siècle isn’t really finished,
maybe there’s a piano playing it somewhere,
or else they have brought the evening on too early
as the lights go on in the heart of the afternoon."

Derek Walcott,
from "Piano Practice"
for Mark Strand

📷 David Hurn,
"On Reading"
February 2, 2025 at 3:08 PM
1/2/25 Imbolc 🪞🪄
Let there be light

🎧Myrkur 💜
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QR4N...

📷Madeline Denaro,
"In the Belly" (Imbolc)
(2022)
February 1, 2025 at 1:52 PM
"It was odd, she thought, how if one was alone, one leant to things, inanimate things; trees, streams, flowers; felt they expressed one; felt they become one; felt they knew one, in a sense were one;"

Virginia Woolf,
To the Lighthouse

📷 Lucinda Bunnen
Three Points of Light, 1979
February 1, 2025 at 9:00 AM