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Tanka Diary
There were sunny days
when I was led on by hope
and the songs of birds.
But today the sun is gone,
and I feel I’ve lived too long.
– Michael Boiano
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“Andreas Rickenbacher (Swiss, b. 1959), Eiszeit am Silsersee [Ice Age on Lake Sils], 2017. OIl on canvas, 140 x 100 cm.
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Andreas Rickenbacher (Swiss, b. 1959), Eiszeit am Silsersee [Ice Age on Lake Sils], 2017. OIl on canvas, 140 x 100 cm.
The secret of the Great Stories is that they have no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don’t deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They don’t surprise you with the unforeseen. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of your lover’s skin. You know how they end, yet you listen as though you don’t. In the way that although you know that one day you will die, you live as though you won’t. In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds love, who doesn’t. And yet you want to know again.
That is their mystery and their magic.
That is their mystery and their magic.
— Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things (via bookmania)
Sandra Cinto (Brazilian, b. 1968), Tempest in Red, 2009. Acrylic and permanent pen on canvas, 160 x 249 cm. Albright-Knox Art Gallery, Buffalo, NY.