ASTRO B.

• 2013-05-19

  

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• 2013-05-18

  

  I. Kant

• 2013-05-17

  

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  He had not died but he had faded out like a film in the sun. He had been lost or had wandered out of existence for he no longer existed. How strange to think of him passing out of existence in such a way, not by death but by fading out in the sun or by being lost and forgotten somewhere in the universe! It was strange to see his small body appear again for a moment: a little boy in a grey belted suit. His hands were in his sidepockets and his trousers were tucked in at the knees by elastic bands.

  – J. Joyce, from A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 

• 2013-05-13

  

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• 2013-05-11

  

  kvetchlandia: Amedeo Modigliani, Portrait of the Painter and Sculptor Juan Gris, Paris 1917

  Source: kvetchlandia

• 2013-05-06

  Guardate negli occhi un cane che muore, e vergognatevi della vostra presuntuosa teologia.

  – S. Quinzio, da Dalla gola del leone 

• 2013-05-04

  

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  Latitanti i contenuti, lavorano sullo stile. Poi salta fuori che lo stile è il contenuto. Non che cambi un granché: rimane faccenda magra, sbrodolona, cadente. La triste storia dei conigli spelacchiati nascosti nei cilindri con il buco.