Hiromi Suzuki, Five typewriter poems, «Utsanga», No. 21, October 2019

I dedicate these pages written with blood to the love, pain and death of my mother.

D'Annunzio, Notturno (1916)

The original handwritten lyrics to Joy Division’s “Isolation” by Ian Curtis

Going underground, Mike Goldwater

When it comes it's so, so, disappointing

You know what Lenin said about Beethoven's Appassionata, 'If I keep listening to it, I won't finish the revolution.' Can anyone who has heard this music, I mean truly heard it, really be a bad person?

The Lives of Others, 2006, Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck

Ryuichi Yamashiro, 木木 Forest, 1955. From: Colorful Japan, 226 posters from the collection, Stedelijk Museum Amsterdam, September 7, 2019 – February 2, 2020

How many lives do we live? How many times do we die? They say we all lose 21 grams... at the exact moment of our death. Everyone. And how much fits into 21 grams? How much is lost? When do we lose 21 grams? How much goes with them? How much is gained? How much is gained? Twentyone grams. The weight of a stack of five nickels. The weight of a hummingbird. A chocolate bar. How much did 21 grams weigh?

From: Paul De Vree: ‘Poesia Visiva’, Galerij De Zwarte Panter, Antwerpen, 1979 [Collection M HKA, Antwerp]

Chungking Express, 1994, Wong Kar Wai

We laughed, we laughed waiting for a train

Nikolay Tolmachev

Shot by Guy Bourdin for Vogue Paris, October 1983