Extract from Sylvia Plath‘s poem “Cut”
What a thrill —
My thumb instead of an onion.
The top quite gone
Except for a sort of a hinge
Of skin,
A flap like a hat,
Dead white.
Then that red plush.
Jamon Jamon. Daniela Edburg.
figuring out the contemporary art world
Travelling places. Taking pictures along the way.
Celeste Mohammed thinks and talks her way into trouble
Teatro, libros, salidas y sarasa cultural
Unii au timpul, noi avem mămăliga.
sharp, pointed, often witty commentary on current events in Jamaica, the Caribbean, India and the world
online literary magazine
Less formal studio blog of artist Asher Mains
de bautizos
Contemporary Art Walks, Activities & Events in Barcelona
gLocal space _ a shopping experience
"Man has, as it were, become a kind of prosthetic God. When he puts on all his auxiliary organs, he is truly magnificent; but those organs have not grown on him and they still give him much trouble at times." Sigmund Freud
A Writer's On-Going Search for Just the Right Words
