#zoltán böszörményi

[lillyli-74]

Emptiness is all, it raised me as I am.

~Zoltán Böszörményi

[soracities]

if the heart, if the heart, if only the heart stopped that rattle”

Domokos Szilágyi, from The Book of the Old (epigraph to "Holiday Fever" by Zoltán Böszörményi)

[ssapphos]

shin hati — emptiness

ahsoka, ‘far far away’ / the hours, michael cunningham / ahsoka, ‘the jedi the witch and the warlord’ / saint catherine of siena, carlo dolci / rest energy, marina abramović & ulay / the dust of my existence, zoltán böszörményi / ahsoka, ‘the jedi the witch and the warlord’ / women who run with the wolves, clarissa pinkola estés / she wolf, shakira / ahsoka, ‘fallen jedi’

[code-crow-art]

"Emptiness is all, it raised me as I am" - Zoltán Böszörményi, from “The Dust of My Existence,” The Conscience of Trees

tip me :)

[callmeancientsoul]

Emptiness is all, it raised me as I am

Zoltán Böszörményi, from "The Dust of My Existence."

[retreat-to-your-mood]

If its not too much trouble could you make a technology themed mood board web weaving piece about feeling like you can’t connect with people and like something wasn’t made right inside of you, ty! 🤖♥️

Here you go <3

[invisiblebeesstuff]

"Emptiness is all, it raised me as I am"

- Zoltán Böszörményi, from "The Dust of My Existence," The Conscience of Trees, trans. Paul Sohar (Ragged Sky Press, 2018)

[pagesofprose]

"Emptiness is all, it raised me as I am"

_Zoltán Böszörményi; "The Dust of My Existence"_

[always-live-in-the-sunshine]

Emptiness is all, it raised me as I am

Zoltán Böszörményi, from “The Dust of My Existence”

[t0rschlusspan1k]

A horde of butterflies taking off.  For a moment of truth a breath is enough.  Overused molds. Maybe sins.  On its see-through spots, fever begins. Its sac is damp and melts like tulle.  The fragrant glaze holds on to the morning shine.  No joke, no confession coerced. No boundaries.  Silence and passion are so many quarries,  but there’s no one to share them with you.  On a flimsy twig a wee little bird.  Its beaks open and close, its eyes slivers of gleam.  It takes off, but where to?  The brash century takes a seat.  And shuts your mouth for you.

Zoltán Böszörményi, tr. Paul Sohar, “Gleam Sliver” (Fényszilánk)

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

Emptiness is all, it raised me as I am.

— Zoltán Böszörményi, from "The Dust of My Existence," The Conscience of Trees, trans. Paul Sohar (Ragged Sky Press, 2018)

[lillyli-74]

Emptiness is all, it raised me as I am.

~Zoltán Böszörményi

[pursuitofemptiness]

Zoltán Böszörményi, The Dust of My Existence (trans. Paul Sohar)

[my-kind-of-poetry]

Zoltán Böszörményi, The Dust of My Existence

[legashe]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍?     a study on hunger & loneliness. 

zoltán böszörményi /  czesław miłosz / a davida jane / stephen king / susan sontag /  alan dean foster /  louise glück /  joyce carol oates / sherman alexie / yves olade / meg day / caroline walker bynum 

[tamurakafkaposts]

Let memory do my work. — Zoltán Böszörményi, from “Love in Venice,”