escha is the future

chung king express

Was soll jemals aus mir werden?

And one morning all that was burning, one morning the bonfires leapt out of the earth devouring human beings — and from then on fire, gunpowder from then on, and from then on blood. Bandits with planes and Moors, bandits with finger-rings and duchesses, bandits with black friars spattering blessings came through the sky to kill children and the blood of children ran through the streets without fuss, like children's blood. Jackals that the jackals would despise, stones that the dry thistle would bite on and spit out, vipers that the vipers would abominate! Face to face with you I have seen the blood of Spain tower like a tide to drown you in one wave of pride and knives! Treacherous generals: see my dead house, look at broken Spain : from every house burning metal flows instead of flowers, from every socket of Spain Spain emerges and from every dead child a rifle with eyes, and from every crime bullets are born which will one day find the bull's eye of your hearts. And you'll ask: why doesn't his poetry speak of dreams and leaves and the great volcanoes of his native land? Come and see the blood in the streets. Come and see The blood in the streets. Come and see the blood In the streets!

tulip vase by nils landberg for orrefors sweden, 1957

vincent atherton, cavin morris gallery

johanna grawunder sideboard

henning koppel for georg jensen

Truman Capote

Stanley Kunitz

ingeborg bachmann - reklame

Ian William Craig

jean paul gaultier, aw 1984 lurex floral heavy knit