"Each camp contained perhaps six hundred children, chronologically old but still biologically immature. Friendships between these beings were supremely important. In fact, dear stone, ‘friendship’ hardly does justice to the dynamic Call them rather alliances, that slid and coalesced, fixed and melted, with the transience and beauty of some complex interference pattern formed by two rotating grids. A certain amount of this was powered by a form of prepubescent sexuality; a deliberate attempt to copy adult behaviour, kissing, intimate rubbing. My own awkward experiments in this direction were undone, mostly, by my refusal to enter into the discourse of love. This was the logic of the childish affairs that bloomed up and broke away in a matter of days. It was a courtly sort of thing, in which the genuine intensity of sexual release – denied us by our physiologies – was replaced with the mock-intensity of grand words, swooning passion, more and more elaborate declarations of being in love. But I realised at an early age – before I was twenty, even – that this juvenile fetish was nothing more than imitation. Being in love, the very phrase still sends shivers of revulsion through my mind – as if love is something you are instead of something you do. But perhaps that is the point; children, wrapped all around with structures to order and shape their lives, come to believe that love is such a structure, something that surrounds and supports them. Adults, however, are alone before their infinity of possibilities and choices. We should replace the phrase being in love with the phrase doing love. What are you doing today? I’m doing love."
Stone, by Adam Roberts
"Small, with blonde hair and an olive complexion, she was saved from prettiness by the intensity of her gaze. Once one had seen her eyes, the rest of the face grew vague, and when one tried to recall her image afterwards, only the piercing, questioning violence of the wide eyes remained."
Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky.
I just started reading this today, and I think this character description is probably one of the strongest I’ve ever read.
"How many more times will you watch the full moon rise?
Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless."
"The soul is the weariest part of the body."
The Sheltering Sky
, Paul Bowles (via bookville
Christian Dior Atelier | Haute Couture, Spring 2014.
David Hammons - Bli-zaard Ball Sale (1983)
"The photos portraying Hammons with his neatly arranged rows of snowballs for sale are probably the most frequently reproduced images in the artist’s oeuvre. The piece has become iconic, the single ephemeral work – a work that is essentially about ephemerality – that has come to stand for his entire practice.”