December 2011
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It’s precisely the disappointing stories, which have no proper ending and...
– Max Frisch (via mythologyofblue)
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I thought my fire was out,
and stirred the ashes….
I burnt my fingers.
– Antonio Machado (via elina-astra)
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I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.
– John Steinbeck (via chimsebeo)
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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...
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Life is a vexatious trap; when a thinking man reaches maturity and attains to...
– Anton Chekhov (via elina-astra)
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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)
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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)
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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)
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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)
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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...
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Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly
And wants to rip to shreds
All...
– Hafiz (via theredtree)
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Everything is constantly in the process of being lost.
– Javier Marías (via mythologyofblue)
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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
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In music, in poetry, and in life, the rest, the pause, the slow movements are...
– Maryanne Wolf (via electrichoney)
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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)
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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...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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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)
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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)
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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)