No Jardim Botânico de Edimburgo existe uma colecção de espécimes que o fotógrafo Levon Biss imortalizou numa série de macros de plantas secas, desidratadas, fracturadas e marcadas pelo tempo. (Via Colossal.)
Artigos da categoria “Cruzamentos”
I gathered you together,
I can dispense with you—
I’m tired of you, chaos
of the living world—
I can only extend myself
for so long to a living thing.
I summoned you into existence
by opening my mouth, by lifting
my little finger, shimmering
blues of the wild
aster, blossom
of the lily, immense,
gold-veined—
you come and go; eventually
I forget your names.
You come and go, every one of you
flawed in some way,
in some way compromised: you are worth
one life, no more than that.
I gathered you together;
I can erase you
as though you were a draft to be thrown away,
an exercise
because I’ve finished you, vision
of deepest mourning.
—Louise Glück, The Wild Iris (obrigado C.)
For a seed to achieve its greatest expression, it must come completely undone. The shell cracks, its insides come out and everything changes. To someone who doesn’t understand growth, it would look like complete destruction.
—Cynthia Occelli (via SwissMiss)
“Pardon this getup,” she said, “I was out getting’ the last of my black-eyes 1. Garden’s just about gone for this year. What part of Texas you all from?”
—Larry McMurtry, The Last Picture Show, Liveright, 2018 (1966)
- Ervilhas[↩]
(…)
In the garden
I ask permission
To be silent
Always listening
Now I can hear it
(…)