Wer, wenn ich schriee, hörte mich denn aus der Engel Ordnungen? Who, if I'd cry out, would hear me from the orders of the angels? Rainer Maria Rilke, Duineser Elegien, Erste Elegie

Smell of sunscreen in the corridors at work

Bat For Lashes - Siren Song youtube.com/watch?v=sNmx... #WyrdWednesday

Ich hatte unserm Gast ein nur selten bewohntes Zimmer zugedacht [...] Trotz der drei Fenster war der Raum ziemlich düster und immer von einer eher unheimlichen Atmosphäre erfüllt [...] Aber Rilke liebte es so ... Marie von Thurn und Taxis, Erinnerungen an Rainer Maria Rilke

Rewatching Percy Adlon's wonderful Out of Rosenheim (1987). Watched it so often, and it hasn't lost a bit of its magic. Food for the soul. youtu.be/aP2q2dqspcU?...

Before the creation of creation, I kept some notes Anne Carson: Lecture & Performance on the History of Skywriting 5/24/26 Poesiefestival Berlin 2026 Akademie der Künste www.hausfuerpoesie.org/en/program/a...

The evening hour, too, gives us the irresponsibility which darkness and lamplight bestow. We are no longer quite ourselves. Virginia Woolf, Street Haunting: A London Adventure yalereview.org/article/stre...

Over the past few months, reading poetry has been one of the things that have kept me going. Sara Teasdale, Louise Glück, Anne Carson. My heart, wrapped in words.

A recurring dream where I knock at his door to offer him poems, but he already let someone else in, someone younger and unbroken, extrovert and successful. And I remain locked out, and me and my words don't mean a thing.

When he looked at the world he saw the nails that attach colors to things and he saw that the nails were in pain. Anne Carson, Short Talk on Van Gogh yalereview.org/article/cars...

Thomas Dolby - Oceanea youtu.be/7STUTxwdC5A?...

She lives on a moor in the north. She lives alone. Spring opens like a blade there. I travel all day on trains and bring a lot of books — Anne Carson, The Glass Essay www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48636/...

The view from my balcony till autumn. 🫶

My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain. Sara Teasdale, Songs in a Hospital: The Broken Field yalereview.org/article/sara...

Plainwater, Men in the Off Hours, Autobiography of Red. 3 beautiful books by Anne Carson.

Moi les dimanches, les dimanches Ça me rend triste Rayés les dimanches, les dimanches Comme un bon vieux disque November Ultra & Nicolas Mantoux - Les Dimanches open.spotify.com/track/3kbPKb...

The bare blue trees and bleached wooden sky of April carve into me with knives of light. Anne Carson, The Glass Essay

There is something maddeningly attractive about the untranslatable, about a word that goes silent in transit. Anne Carson, Variations on the Right to Remain Silent

The feeling of loss is so great that the very life in me has drained away and sickness has overcome me. I long to find some means of reversing the passage of time and undo that decision that has cost me so dearly. In the Time of Angels, MTV youtu.be/etTb7fScuZA?...

Reading Anne Carson. I discovered her wonderful work only now, but I understand that it came to me at the right time in life. www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/anne-c...

Depression is one of the unknown modes of being. There are no words for a world without a self, seen with impersonal clarity.

Étretat forever Biografie eines Sehnsuchtsorts www.arte.tv/de/videos/12...

It’s an odd thing, silence. The mind becomes like a starless night; and then a meteor slides, splendid, right across the dark and is extinct. We never give sufficient thanks for this entertainment. Virginia Woolf, The Evening Party

Vergissmeinnicht, waiting to be planted.

Hole - Doll Parts open.spotify.com/track/49t1GW...

To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. Edna St. Vincent Millay, Spring www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44728/...

Sometimes, when most vulnerable and scared, something happens that feels like someone from the beyond saved me. It might have been coincidence, mere luck, and I'm a stern believer in psychology, not the afterlife. But still. Still.

"This is the only life I've got – you understand? I mean, this is all. And look what's happening to me. I spend most of my time just thinking about how nice things used to be and wondering if they'll ever be nice again." Shirley Jackson, Hangsaman

Saturday morning in late March. I was alone and took a long walk, though I also carried a book of the Alone, which companioned me. Edward Hirsch, Late March www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi...

Daffodil Bridal Crown.

How Victorian Women Shaped Colour Technologies www.ashmolean.org/article/how-...

Gothic socks from my friends, night-green and night-blue. 🖤

How Yayoi Kusama Transformed Her Terrors Into Art lithub.com/how-yayoi-ku...

March - Pisces symbolises strength, imagination and intuition. The herb Sage, for healing, Rosemary for remembrance.

Yayoi Kusama March 14 – August 2, 2026 Museum Ludwig, Köln www.museum-ludwig.de/en/home/exhi...

Early birthday presents. 🇬🇧🌸🍬

Monet on the Normandy Coast The Discovery of Étretat 19 Mar 2026 – 5 July 2026 Städel Museum, Frankfurt am Main www.staedelmuseum.de/en/monet-on-...

Paula Modersohn-Becker. Keine Kompromisse www.arte.tv/de/videos/12...

I never get over how, in moments of crisis, you can be helped, even saved, by total strangers, whilst people you’ve known for years can completely let you down.

Emergency call last night. While doc and paramedics were trying to get my pulse and blood pressure back to acceptable numbers, we were talking about ... books. At 3 am, in my living room, to the beeping sound of the portable ECG. 📚

Tough working days. Appreciating the calm, quiet couple of hours before bed.

Disability and the Gothic has now been published and is available online FOR FREE for the next 2 weeks. www.cambridge.org/core/element...

This is gorgeous. I'd almost say I prefer it to the Bauhaus original. 🦇 Nouvelle Vague, Phoebe Tolmer - Bela Lugosi's Dead open.spotify.com/track/39wgF5...

Along about the beginning of February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer, I caught one of those colds which last for two days in the children and two weeks with me. Shirley Jackson, Raising Demons

Dressed For The Woods, 2013 by UK sculptor Nicola Hicks #WomensArt #Imbolc

But it's love that does us in. Over and over again. Margaret Atwood, February

Magic in Wilderness aestheticamagazine.com/magic-in-wil...

Literaturmuseum der Moderne Marbach zeigt neuen Blick auf Rilke www.swr.de/kultur/kunst...

Watched this very good documentary about Frida Kahlo tonight. Learned a lot about the artist and her art I had not known yet. www.arte.tv/de/videos/12...

"Mit der Bezeichnung ‚Text‘ (von lateinisch ‚texere‘ = ‚weben‘) ist dieses Bild gesetzt: Ein literarischer Text ist ein Geflecht aus zahlreichen Beziehungen auf mehr als nur einer Ebene – von den Zeichen und Buchstaben hin zu Motiven und Figuren." DLA Marbach www.literatursehen.com/themenseite/...