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| Cy Twombly Untitled 1983 |
sigh...
twombly -
fare thee well
exhaling your last breath
from your beloved city
R O M A
immortal now
your story
joins those whom you painted
sigh... we shall
never know
another Twombly...
sigh... we shall
never know
another Twombly...
of that which remains
every smudge, scratch, stroke,
gesture, drip
so immediate, so visceral
you will never be far
and i will be forever haunted
... happily
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| Cy Twombly Analyis of the Rose as Sentimental Despair [Part III] 1985 |
But because truly, being here is so much;
because everything here apparently needs us,
this fleeting world, which in some strange way keeps calling to us.
Us, the most fleeting of all.
Once for each thing.
Just once; no more.
And we too, just once.
And never again.
But to have been this once, completely , even if only once:
to have been at one with the earth,
seems beyond undoing.
Rilke the Duino Elegies [excerpt from the Ninth Elegy]
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| Cy Twombly Coronation of Sesotris [Panel 8] 2000 |
Dawn points, and another day
Prepares for heat and silence. Out at sea the dawn wind
Wrinkles and slides. I am here
Or there, or elsewhere. In my beginning.
TS Elliot Four Quartets [East Coker II]
