Vincent van Gogh
I have… a terrible need… shall I say the word?… of religion. Then I go out at night and paint the stars. —Vincent van Gogh
Category: Impressionism
Vincent van Gogh
A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke. —Vincent van Gogh
Jules Laforgue
I am in love, that’s enough: I feel generous, holy, human, trembling, — Jules Laforgue, “Thunderbolt,” trans. by William Jay Smith, Poems of Jules Laforgue. (Carcanet Press Ltd.; Revised edition, June 1, 2004) Originally published September 28th 1986.
Francis Picabia
The future is a monotonous instrument. — Francis Picabia
Stefan Baciu
I want to write a poem as simple as a glass of water or as a piece of bread abandoned on the table by a child A poem transparent like a window light like a winged ingot of lead and yet heavy like butterflies among city lorries A poem wrought… Continue reading Stefan Baciu
The Vale of Soul-Making 