Suzanne Valadon
- Maurice Utrillo as a boy, drying up the back
I imagine myself walking on the beach of images next to the sea of words. Mostly I just listen, or look. Sometimes I stop to pick up what the sea has washed ashore. I keep my findings in a drawer and on quiet days I take them out and let them speak to me. At other times I feel their weight in my palm and run my fingers along their lines.
Lately I am fascinated by beautiful descriptions in literature of the
human body or lack thereof.
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Mr. Duffy lived at a little distance from his body.
~ James Joyce
She fitted into my biggest armchair as if it had been
built round her by someone who knew they were wearing armchairs tight about the
hips that season.
~ P.G. Wodehouse
Not body enough to cover his mind decently with; his
intellect is improperly exposed.
~ Revd Sydney Smith
Had Cleopatra’s nose been shorter, the whole face of the
world would have changed.
~ Blaise Pascal
… [he was] distinguished by an extremely long neck and …
an extremely courteous ‘Adam’s apple’ which escorted each drop down through the loneliness of the
gullet to the top of the collar, where it could not possibly lose its way, and
then darted assiduously back to its post.
~ Rainer Maria
Rilke
At 50, everyone has the face he deserves.
~ George Orwell
He had but one eye, and the popular prejudice runs in
favour of two.
~ Charles Dickens
In the castle of my skin.
~ George Lamming
It gives me great pleasure, walking at the edge of the water. If you have discoveries of your own, I would love to see them!
George
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