December 2011
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Dec 31st
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Dec 30th
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“It’s precisely the disappointing stories, which have no proper ending and...”
– Max Frisch (via mythologyofblue)
Dec 30th
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Dec 30th
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“I thought my fire was out, and stirred the ashes…. I burnt my fingers.”
– Antonio Machado (via elina-astra)
Dec 30th
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“I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.”
– John Steinbeck (via chimsebeo)
Dec 30th
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Dec 30th
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Dec 28th
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Dec 26th
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Dec 25th
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Dec 24th
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The Talkers (poem) →
panchodelaluna: (to Mademoiselle Myta) The Talkers (Poet’s Note: a very brief history of a future meeting) We talked as if the moon had nervously pulled the tide of words out of our mouths waking and seizing us like the wild sea. We suddenly went to places, crossed cities, invaded towns, yet our roots, still, abandoned on the moon that breathed between teacups and cigarette smoke. Our teeth...
Dec 23rd
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“Life is a vexatious trap; when a thinking man reaches maturity and attains to...”
– Anton Chekhov (via elina-astra)
Dec 23rd
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“I try to pull the language in to such a sharpness that it jumps off the page. It...”
– Maya Angelou, Paris Review “The Art of Fiction #119” (via thelifeguardlibrarian)
Dec 23rd
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“Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout with some...”
– George Orwell, “Why I Write” (via bardsandsages)
Dec 23rd
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Dec 22nd
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Dec 22nd
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Dec 22nd
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“How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?”
– Cormac McCarthy; No Country for Old Men (via wordpainting)
Dec 19th
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Dec 19th
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“And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday: Cynical and drunk and...”
– Joni Mitchell (via whispers-of-immortality)
Dec 18th
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Dec 18th
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Dec 18th
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Art As Medicine by Shaun McNiff →
montanablackart: “How do you make a painting better? Criticism is essential to art. How do you perfect the dicipline?” Through immersion in it. If you are able to watch and respond to thresholds that emerge in their time, the process offers unending depth, surprises, and challenges. creation is a sentient and instinctual flow that determines where to go and what to change or omit. The most...
Dec 16th
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“Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly And wants to rip to shreds All...”
– Hafiz (via theredtree)
Dec 16th
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“Everything is constantly in the process of being lost.”
– Javier Marías (via mythologyofblue)
Dec 16th
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but who can say what's best?
But who can say what’s best? That’s why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives. —Haruki Murakami
Dec 16th
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“In music, in poetry, and in life, the rest, the pause, the slow movements are...”
– Maryanne Wolf (via electrichoney)
Dec 16th
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“Some longings are too heavy to move; others, too spiked to cling to. Leave...”
– Lauren Kizi-Ann Alleyne, excerpt from Ask no questions, (via holdonmagnolia)
Dec 16th
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Dec 16th
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Dec 16th
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Dec 15th
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Dec 13th
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"La Fin de la Journée” / "End of the Day"...
Source: virtutes-vitia: La Fin de la Journée Sous une lumière blafarde Court, danse et se tord sans raison La Vie, impudente et criarde. Aussi, sitôt qu’à l’horizon La nuit voluptueuse monte, Apaisant tout, même la faim, Effaçant tout, même la honte, Le Poète se dit: “Enfin! Mon esprit, comme mes vertèbres, Invoque ardemment le repos; Le coeur plein de songes funèbres, Je vais me coucher sur...
Dec 12th
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– excerpt from Dich wundert nicht des Sturmes Wucht Summer was like your house: you know where each thing stood. Now you must go out into your heart as onto a vast plain. Now the immense loneliness begins. The days go numb, the wind sucks the world from your senses like withered leaves. Through the...
Dec 12th
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dreaminginthedeepsouth: Liking this advice via Whiskey River: The beginning of being fine is noticing how things really are. 1. Life is uncertain, surprises are likely. 2. If you are alive, that’s good; lower the bar. 3. In a dark place, you still have what really counts. 4. If you are in a predicament, there will be a gate. 5. What you need might be given to you. 6. The true life is in...
Dec 12th
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blues for an almost forgotten music →
poetbabble: i am so often alone these days with echoes of these old songs                                                           and my ghosted lovers. i am so often alone that i can almost hear it, can almost feel                                                         the half-touch of others, can almost taste the licked clean spine of the melody i’ve lost.   i remember the records...
Dec 12th
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Dec 11th
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Dec 11th
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Dec 11th
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“The obvious is difficult To prove. Many prefer The hidden. I did, too. I...”
– Charles Simic, from “The White Room” (via casablancaat10am)
Dec 10th
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“I put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I wrote in...”
– Henry David Thoreau (via pavorst)
Dec 10th
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“When I think of a landscape I am thinking of a time. When I talk of taking a...”
– Adrienne Rich, from “A Valediction Forbidding Mourning” (via proustitute)
Dec 10th
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