Love shuffled its feet in
Dear You by Teri Blades
“It’s been a few years since I wrote a letter to you and it’s been 365 days since we last spoke, 8760 hours since we last saw each other. Do you remember?”
About the author: I am an emerging writer and theatre enthusiast with a small upcoming theatre company based in Barbados. Dear You was inspired from walking the historic streets of Barbados’ capital and dreaming of a tragic love.
“Every single thing changes and is changing always in this world. Yet with the same light the moon goes on shining.”
– Saigyō (1118-1190)
Photography art – © Hiroaki Hasumi
“leaving is not enough; you must
stay gone. train your heart
like a dog. change the locks
even on the house he’s never
visited. you lucky, lucky girl.
you have an apartment
just your size. a bathtub
full of tea. a heart the size
of Arizona, but not nearly
so arid. don’t wish away
your cracked past, your
crooked toes, your problems
are papier mache puppets
you made or bought because the vendor
at the market was so compelling you just
had to have them. you had to have him.
and you did. and now you pull down
the bridge between your houses.
you make him call before
he visits. you take a lover
for granted, you take
a lover who looks at you
like maybe you are magic. make
the first bottle you consume
in this place a relic. place it
on whatever altar you fashion
with a knife and five cranberries.
don’t lose too much weight.
stupid girls are always trying
to disappear as revenge. and you
are not stupid. you loved a man
with more hands than a parade
of beggars, and here you stand. heart
like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas.
heart leaking something so strong
they can smell it in the street.”
–Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell
Art by Catrin Welz-Stein.
“I passionately love the life of my own time, so animated, so frenzied. […] Yes, I love things that shine, precious stones that sparkle, fabric that shimmers, beautiful women that inspire carnal desire… and painting gives me complete possession of all of that, for what I paint is often the obsessive realization of a dream or a fixation…. One must want to touch the picture, it must be a pleasure for all the senses. The picture must be something exciting and exalt life.”
– Kees Van Dongen
Art by Kees Van Dongen – Anita
“But what a funny thing it is to travel like that, leaving little fragments of one’s heart more or less everywhere.”
– Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sarte, 16 March, 1947
Art – Tamara de Lempicka painting a portrait of her first husband Tadeusz de Lempicki, 1928
“If I keep a green bough in my heart, the singing bird will come.”
– Chinese Proverb
Art by Henry Meynell Rheam (1859-1920).
“She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language. And birds fluttered around her, writing “yes” in the sky.”
– Monique Duval
“Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these.”
T.S. Eliot, Tradition and the Individual Talent, 1912
Art by Francesco Lojacono.
“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
Art – Salvador Dali, The First Day of Spring, 1922 – 1923
“To romanticise the world is to make us aware of the magic, mystery and wonder of the world; it is to educate the senses to see the ordinary as extraordinary, the familiar as strange, the mundane as sacred, the finite as infinite.”
Art – Sunset by Arkady Rylov (1870 – 1939)