Slowly the fruit ripens—
baskets and baskets from a single tree
so some rots every year
and for a few weeks there’s too much:
before and after, nothing.
～from “Abundance,” a poem by Louise Glück
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“In the body certain poetic polarities are revealed: delicacy and inner strength, devotion and defiance, eroticism and asceticism, ecstasy and reverie. The oneiric and the objective are mutually in the mystery of the skin, as a border between intimacy and being into the open/outsideness (intemperie)—evoking in the viewer a feeling of hypnotisation and lucidity at the same time.” ～Luis Eduardo Martínez |
