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Michele Marzulli 34 poeta, pittore e scrittore italiano.

Frasi di Bruno Schulz

The Alexandrine epoch of the year, gathering into its enormous libraries all the sterile wisdom of the three hundred and sixty-five days of the solar cycle! Behind each gesture, each movement, we like to see its exertion, its torpor, its sweet ursinality.

Alfred Kubin 6 illustratore e scrittore austriaco. Kamil Glik 1 bottefhe polacco. One must interpret the flights of those birds Herded into their mania, they could not extricate themselves from the knot of those horns, and so, lowering their heads, they looked out sadly and wildly from between them as if trying to find a pathway through their branches.

Le botteghe color cannella

Frasi di Bruno Schulz. Nato da una famiglia di ebrei della Galizia, allora in Austria, oggi in Ucraina. Autori simili Andrzej Stasiuk 1. Here are endless infernos, those hopeless Ossianic expanses, those lamentable Nibelungs.

Francis Picabia 6 pittore e scrittore francese. Francesco Alberoni 45 sociologo, giornalista e scrittore italiano Andrea De Carlo 67 scrittore italiano. Their perfection was alarming. It was the incomprehensibility that could not be contained within their lives, a wild and obsessive caprice, their ill-judged and blind obstinacy. Always and everywhere, you have thwarted my actions with your outbursts of mindless animosity.


One began to cut them with blunt knives without appetite, with a lazy indifference. But today, clad in armour, I mock your tickling, by which you once drove one helpless to despair. That would be genuine maturity.

Le botteghe color cannella : Bruno Schulz :

I understood why those animals were disposed to ill-judged and wild panic, to startled frenzy. Like late begotten children, it lags behind in its development, a hunchback month, a half-wilted offshoot, and more conjectured than real. But later, toward evening, that hurricane fire of light softens. A threadbare and patchy, too-short mantle of snow was spread over the reddened earth.

Yehiel De-Nur 7 scrittore polacco. But a moment later, cast out to the edge, to the surface, they yawned in their nihility, disappointed and without illusions. They sank for a moment, far into themselves, to the bottom of their being; they froze in their soft fur and grew menacingly and ceremoniously serious, and their eyes grew as round as moons, soaking up the view into their fiery craters.

Ricopre tutto senza discernimento, confonde il senso con il nonsenso, eternamente buffona, finta tonta, di una leggerezza senza limiti. The horizon grows rotund, beautiful, and full of azure, like a glass ball in a garden with its miniature and illuminated panorama of the world, in a happily ordered composition, above which the clouds are arranged, its conclusive toppings, unfolding in a long row like rouleaux of golden medals, or peals of bells combining in rosy litanies.

We are simply rapt by it, entranced by the cheapness, the paltriness, the tawdriness of the material. Here are the great incubators of stories, storyteller factories, misty kilns of fables and fairytales. Oh, those cunningly smiling mornings, like shrewd palimpsests, many-layered like old, yellowed books.


Ettore Sottsass 98 architetto e designer italiano – Oh, the autumnal day, that old jester-librarian clambering up ladders in his slipped-down dressing gown, sampling the preserves of all ages and cultures!

Those distended rag dolls of burdocks bulged there like peasant women sitting around half-devoured by their own crazy skirts. Wrapped up in the precision and meticulousness of their bodies, they knew neither deviation nor error.

Oh, those aged mornings, as yellow as parchment, sweet with wisdom, like late evenings. Anniversari di oggi Giovanni Pascoli 87 poeta italiano – There, colof had assumed its wild, incalculable, and incredible shape, twisted into a fantastical arabesque, invisible to their eyes, but dreadful nonetheless, the unknown numeral under whose menace they lived.

We give precedence to junk. People go about stupefied by cajnella light, their eyes closed, exploding inwardly with rockets, Roman candles and powder-kegs. We, to the contrary, love its abrasiveness, its unruliness, its rag doll ungainliness.

Marshall McLuhan 92 sociologo canadese – It was too meagre for the many roofs, which remained black or rust coloured, xolor roofs like arks and thatched cottages, concealing within them the smoke-blackened expanses of attics—charred-black cathedrals bristling with ribs of rafters, purlins and joists, dark lungs of the winter gales.

Henryk Sienkiewicz 11 scrittore e giornalista polacco.