i love how you have to whisper in a library. there should be more whisper-only spaces. speak softly if you must speak at all

the nameless, unimaginable, silent form

“The idea of infinity cannot be expressed in words or even described, but it can be apprehended through art, which makes infinity tangible.” -- Andrei Tarkovsky

Año nuevo, la vida sigue.

Hai catedrais por todas as partes e todo iso. Aquí queda un poema de Philip Larkin que traducín ao galego hoxe, e co que vos desexo un bo 2026. Vémonos da outra beira. jesus-cy.medium.com/auga-de-phil...

B143 Prophetic bird.

Blauet (Alcedo atthis) a la Reserva de Sebes (Flix)

these marvels (like all marvels) are mere repetitions of the ages

pinpinpinpangcapouuu

31 de diciembre de 1995. Hace 30 años se publicó la última tira de Calvin and Hobbes.

A1952 Creation of hoopoe.

tiptippiti ti tip

years ago—never mind how long precisely

Celan

1776: Frost, rain, rain, bright.

“O mal é banal O mistério maior é o mistério do bem” (Adília Lopes)

19 December ‘54 The pruning of that most deliciously scented shrub the Winter-sweet, Chimonanthus praecox, has worried me for many years as I daresay it has worried other amateur gardeners who are wise enough to grow it. #gardening

Fragmento del poema "La gata se hace vieja" de Isabel Zapata (vía la newsletter de Robin Myers).

fiu

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🐮 The breeds of the domestic animals of the British Islands / London, England: Longman, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1842. [Source]

“Not everything will be available at first reading.” -- Hilary Mantel

la perfección

La sensació és que l'únic que tinc són anys i res més.

No quisiera ser pedante, pero la poesía proviene de un lugar NO VERBAL, ¿no? Se pasa a palabras y se fracasa en 99 de cada 100 intentos, lo que queda es la poesía.

Todavía pensando en si las cosas en las que no hay palabras involucradas pueden ser POÉTICAS.

B159.1 Birds drop quill when man requires pen.

Por Barcelona con mi carro de la compra pensando en el manifiesto cyborg de Donna Haraway.

En la órbita del hilo, aunque no encaje cien por cien, esto del libro que acabo de empezar («Los alados», de Elisabet Riera).

VISCA la biblioteca Sagrada Familia 🫶

the other day I noticed the frost on the leaves and thought “who is out here wrapping foliage in burial cloth” and then had no idea what to do with that feeling or thought so yes! together we dapple

Whip-Poor-Will https://www.brooklynmuseum.org/opencollection/objects/84176

“There is always time to write one line of poetry.” -- Marie Ponsot

11 Dec ‘55 Frost jumps suddenly upon us, and takes us unaware. We should not be taken unaware, we ought to know our climate well enough by now to be only too well aware of the dangers that may leap upon us between a sunset and a dawn. Yet how many people take this threat in time?

tshhhplunk

perdón

mañana bunbury ✨

E745.1 Soul as feather.

🪶 Proceedings of the Zoological Society of London London: Academic Press, [etc.], 1833-1965. [Source]

apuf 🔥

Lofoten wall https://www.wikiart.org/en/theodor-severin-kittelsen/lofoten-wal-1891

La tonada de un respiro.

“In poetry, nothing is impermissible if it is alive and if it functions.” -- Denise Levertov

No puede ser poesía todo el rato, también hay que salir de la cama.

Sí, otra vez aquí.

Lunes (Festivo)

#birdbot