"True I have wept too much! Dawns are heartbreaking;
Cruel all moons and bitter the suns.
Drunk with love’s acrid torpors,
O let my keel burst! Let me go to the sea!"

[from] The Drunken Boat by Arthur Rimbaud

Josh Goot, Resort 2015

"Run in the shadows
Damn your love
Damn your lies
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Break the silence
Damn the dark
Damn the light"

The Chain by Fleetwood Mac

The Row, Resort 2015

"Arriving from always, you’ll go away everywhere."

[from] To a Reason by Arthur Rimbaud

Timo Weiland, Resort 2015

"Everything I’m not made me everything I am."

Kanye West

Preen Line, Resort 2015

Preen Line, Resort 2015

"Baby can’t you see
I’ve got to break free."

Queen

Preen by Thornton Bregazzi, Resort 2015

At Dante’s Tomb

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Florence was my stepmother,
But I came to rest in Ravenna,
Passer-by, speak not of betrayal,
Let death seal such events.
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Above my white-washed tomb
A pigeon coos, sweet bird,
I dream only of my city,
To her alone keep my word.
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Songs played with a broken lute
Sound different on foreign trips,
Tuscany, my sorrow,
Why kiss my orphaned lips.
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The pigeon flees from my roof-top,
Fearing something in the sky,
An evil shadow of enemy wings
Circles above where I lie.
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Sound the alarm, bell-ringer!
Remember, the world still foams with blood!
I came to rest in Ravenna,
But I’ll find no peace in this mud.
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by Nikolai Zabolotsky

Elizabeth and James, Resort 2015

About My Myself

No, I didn’t lost the beauty, but in whole,            
I’m put to shame to see it by my eyes,
By eyes of men – else more, for my soul
Will not agree with their offensive prize.

- And so I live, hiding my heart, divine, Into the breast of a low, nasty rebel … D’ you see a spider on the green blade, fine, And on its back – the cruciform black label?

- A little child will run away from it, And in a heist, you ever try to hit – By squeamish hands – it off your neck of fairy.

- It runs away of your unbound wrath, Ashamed and known not what means the cross, It always bears on his back so hairy.

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by Vladislav Khodasevich

Ellery, Resort 2015

[from] Thank God!

I’m one who always speaks and hopes.

He only super-wisely sings,

Who, before God, like angel, goes;

Or brute, not knowing God in sins:

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by Vladislav Khodasevich