"See the men pass Their hats are not ours We take a walk They are going somewhere And they may look everywhere Men's eyes look into things Our eyes look out" Mina Loy - Virgins Plus Curtains Minus Dots 🖼️ Louis Anquetin, "Woman at the Champs-Elysées by Night"
"Mon cadavre est doux comme un gant Comme un gant fait de peau glacée Et mes prunelles effacées Font de mes yeux des cailloux blancs" Louise de Vilmorin (My corpse is as soft as a glove As a glove made of icy skin And my dull, colorless pupils Make my eyes seem two white pebbles) 📺 Twin Peaks
Monkey eyes: who painted which? A game. Bruegel the Elder Jean Siméon Chardin Albrecht Dürer El Greco Frida Kahlo Kawanabe Kyōsai Henri Rousseau Janis Rozentāls Anthony van Dyck
"And if I remove my one good eye, position it In a circle made by thumb and index finger, Steady against the page Like a magnifying glass, I insist that all the disorder and odor of The world is there, trapped Between two words" John Latta, Perfect Sentences 📷 John Loengard, Brassaï's Eye (1981)
"I will not crush the world’s corolla of wonders and I will not kill with reason the mysteries I meet along my way in flowers, eyes, lips, and graves." Lucian Blaga, translated by Don Eulert 🖼️ Gauguin, Still Life with Flowers and Idol
"Dos estrellas llevaba el macho cerca de los ijares, temblando al compás de su trotar, y el jinete todas las espuelas del cielo del lado y lado de los ojos, en los sentidos, que son los ijares del pensamiento." Miguel Ángel Asturias 🖼️ Apollinaire, Self-Portrait as a Masked Beheaded Rider
"One day the answer came before the question. Another night they guessed their eyes' expression by the type of silence in the dark." Wislawa Szymborska, "Golden Anniversary" 🖼️ Rembrandt, "The Jewish Bride"
FRANZ SCHUBERT [sits up, reaches hurriedly for his glasses on the nightstand]: What the fuck??!! TIME-TRAVELLING ALIEN MUSICOLOGIST [brushes plaster dust off his shoulders]: Take me to your Lieder
"I was drawn there by your eyes—two luminous stars in the haze of my world. Forgive me, Eugenia, and allow me to call you by this sweet name. Forgive my poetic language. I live in a constant, infinitely poetic state." Unamuno, "Fog" (translation Elena Barcia) 🖼️ Tintoretto - Susanna and the Elders
"– Close your eyes. He looks at her tanned face, considers the white eyelids, the half-open lips. – You know something, Anne? I like you better with your eyes closed. – How charming ; why not dead? – Ah...? Who knows." Jean-René Huguenin, "La Côte Sauvage" (my translation) 🖼️ Félix Vallotton
"Olivier saw him, sat by the window, at the edge of the August night, his broad shoulders, his broad forehead bent over the book, reading slowly, scrutinizing the words with his cold microscope eyes — how he likes words! It's what the words name that he doesn't like." Jean-René Huguenin
"A languid impulse from the oar Plied by my indolent gondolier Tinkles against a palace hoar, And, hark, response I hear! A lattice clicks; and lo, I see Between the slats, mute summoning me, What loveliest eyes of scintillation, What basilisk glance of conjuration!" Melville, "In a Bye-Canal"
Blue sky over Paris this morning, for the start of the Paris-Versailles race.
"I am not cruel, only truthful‚ The eye of a little god, four-cornered. Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers. Faces and darkness separate us over and over." Sylvia Plath, "Mirror"
"Know that poets, whether they like it or not, perform a show from the swaddling cloth box to the shroud box, and that each of these puppets is the sole gardner of the eyes that chase him. Stab them if you can, my eyes will flower again. Your very being belongs to the crowd — and I am Opinion."
"The cold of the nights made them clasp closer; the sighs of their lips seemed to them deeper; their eyes, that they could hardly see, larger; and in the midst of the silence low words were spoken that fell on their souls sonorous, crystalline, and that reverberated in multiplied vibrations."
"Fill my head, oh crimson, with you precious juice Make it distill a thousand crimson tears Until, meditating your mysterious meaning, With the blood drawn from my eyes, I redden these songs" Jean de la Ceppède, sonnet 63 Translated by Mary Ann Caws 🖼️ Fra Angelico, Christ Crowned with Thorns
Book covers illustrated with art from the Chronicle of the Nuremberg Carnival (1449 to 1539)
"And how the liquid thought of your eyes Sank in my eyes like dew that slips Into the heart of a flower." Edgar Lee Masters, "Paul McNeely", in Spoon River Anthology 🖼️ Georgia O'Keeffe, "Calla Lily on Grey"
"The curve of your eyes goes round my heart, A circle of dancing and sweetness, Time’s halo, cradle nocturnal and sure, And if I no longer know all I have lived It is because your eyes have not always seen me." Paul Éluard, "La Courbe de tes Yeux", in Capitale de la Douleur 🖼️ Fernand Léger
Hannah Höch : Augen (Eyes), 1967 Collage on card 12.25 × 16.75 in | 31 × 41.5 cm Worthington Fine Art, Chicago
"Where her beauty reigns death has no power, As long as the sun shall have light to spare Her eyes, who stole my freedom long ago, Shall remain aglow" François Tristan l'Hermite, "L'incrédulité punie" (my translation) 🖼️ Antonio del Pollaiuolo, "Profile Portrait of a Young Lady"
Jeepers Creepers! Where's you get those peepers? (I made them myself!9
'No one is more concerned than I am about what goes on everywhere in the world.' His eyes were filled with a need for his mission to be understood and appreciated; for the lactose that by now really was due. Millie set about preparing it. Robert Aickman, "Growing Boys" 🖼️ Lovis Corinth
