The journal
A curated selection from the Moniqs archive, newest first. More stories are being moved over from the original site.
Poetry · Reflection
The sky a black sphere, the sea a black disk. The lighthouse opens its solar fan on the coast. Spinning endlessly at night, whom is it searching for when the mortal heart looks for me in the chest? Look at the black rock where it is nailed down. A crow digs endlessly but no longe
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Poetry · Reflection
Love,through your spirit and mine what summer eve Now glows with glory of all things possess’d, Since this day’s sun of rapture filled the west And the light sweetened as the fire took leave? Awhile now softlier let your bosom heave, As in Love’s harbour, even that loving breast,
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Reflections · Reflection
Symphony in White (1865) by James Whistler Whistler painted his lover Joanna Hiffernan. This painting shows her beautiful profile while reflected in the mirror. The white of the dress is the dominant color in this painting. Joanna has been Whistler’s lover for seven years, then s
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Art · Reflection
“I know now that most people are so closely concerned with themselves that they are not aware of their own individuality, I can see myself, and it has helped me to say what I want to say in paint.” Georgia O’Keeffe
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“I know now that most people are so closely concerned with themselves that they are not aware of their own individuality, I can see myself, and it has helped me to say what I want to say in paint.” Georgia O’Keeffe
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Poetry · Reflection
‘Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own.’ Salvatore Quasimodo
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Art · Reflection
Somebody once said we never know what is enough until we know what’s more than enough. Billie Holiday
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Art · Reflection
“We are born with a scream; we come into life with a scream, and maybe love is a mosquito net between the fear of living and the fear of death.” Francis Bacon
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Poetry · Reflection
‘Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.” Plato The image is from a classical sculpture of Plato found on Crete.
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Art · Reflection
“We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth, at least the truth that is given to us to understand.” Picasso Picasso with his children Paloma and Claude, 1953
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Poetry · Reflection
FISH SONG Nobody knows da trouble I’ve seen Nobody knows my sorrow Nobody knows da trouble I’ve seen Lordy lordy lord. Nobody now knows nothing No stuff No junk No words of my life No secrets No nothing that moves or shakes me. What is my life but a sad tale Of fish flying And
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Art · Reflection
“It’s all a big game of construction, some with a brush, some with a shovel, some choose a pen.” Jackson Pollock Photo Jackson Pollock, Long Island 1949 by Arnold Newman
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