Scrape the surface of language, and you will behold interstellar space and the skin that encloses it. — Velimir Khlebnikov Copy Share Image
“You are my song, my dark blue dream Of doves, of winter's drowsy drone, And sleighs that slow and golden go Through gray blue… — Velimir Khlebnikov Copy Share Image
Scrape the surface of language, and you will behold interstellar space and the skin that encloses it. — Velimir Khlebnikov Copy Share Image
A child playing with dolls may shed heartfelt tears when his bundle of rags and scraps becomes deathly ill and dies ... So we… — Velimir Khlebnikov Copy Share Image
“But every line we write breathes victory and challenge, the bad temper of a conqueror, underground explosions, howls. We are a volcano. We vomit… — Velimir Khlebnikov Copy Share Image
