The journal
A curated selection from the Moniqs archive, newest first. More stories are being moved over from the original site.
Art · Reflection
Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death. Anais Nin, “Winter of Artifice”
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Literature · Reflection
“Kizette in red” Tamara de Lempicka
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Art · Reflection
“The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.” Anais Nin
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Poetry · Reflection
I sit in a mood of reverie. I’ve brought to Art desires and sensations: things half-glimpsed, faces or lines, certain indistinct memories of unfulfilled love affairs. Let me submit to Art: Art knows how to shape forms of Beauty, almost imperceptibly completing life, blending impr
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I sit in a mood of reverie. I’ve brought to Art desires and sensations: things half-glimpsed, faces or lines, certain indistinct memories of unfulfilled love affairs. Let me submit to Art: Art knows how to shape forms of Beauty, almost imperceptibly completing life, blending impr
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Literature · Reflection
“A writer is dear and necessary for us only in the measure of which he reveals to us the inner workings of his very soul.” Tolstoy Photo 1848
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Art · Reflection
“Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.” Anais Nin
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Art · Reflection
“Dreams are but lies, says an old maxim; but when our last hour is at hand, and but a few brief minutes are left to what was I, pale lights that are fast growing dim, who can tell by what mark to distinguish you, O memories of the actual life, from you, O mirages from
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Literature · Reflection
“The artist must be in his work as God is in creation, invisible and all-powerful; one must sense him everywhere but never see him” Gustave Flaubert, 1857 (1821-1880)
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Art · Reflection
“Sterben (Dying),” circa 1899 The Austrian artist Alfred Kubin (1877-1959) began his career just as Freud released “The Interpretation of Dreams.” Accordingly, the Neue Galerie’s “Alfred Kubin: Drawings, 1897-1909” is replete with the terrors of the freshly analyzed psyche. Photo
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Art · Reflection
A Daughter of Eve A fool I was to sleep at noon, And wake when night is chilly Beneath the comfortless cold moon; A fool to pluck my rose too soon, A fool to snap my lily. My garden-plot I have not kept; Faded and all-forsaken, I weep as I have never wept: Oh it
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