“Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.” ― Frida Kahlo Anonymous photographer: Frida Kahlo in the Casa Azul, 1930 www.moniquespassions.com
Together Alone… Martin Munkácsi: Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera, 1934
At times poetry is the vertigo of bodies and the vertigo of speech and the vertigo of death; the walk with eyes closed along the edge of the cliff, and the verbena in submarine gardens; the laughter that sets on fire the rules and the holy commandments; the descent of parachuting words onto the sands of the page; the despair that boards a paper boat and crosses, for forty nights and forty days, the night-sorrow sea and the day-sorrow desert; the idolatry of the self and the desecration of...
“Modern man likes to pretend that his thinking is wide-awake. But this wide-awake thinking has led us into the mazes of a nightmare in which the torture chambers are endlessly repeated in the mirrors of reason.” Octavio Paz The labyrinth of Solitude Mexican writer 1914-1998 Nobel Prize for literature in 1990