December 2010
47 posts
“Music has always been a matter of Energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel. I have always needed Fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.”
—Hunter S. Thompson (via sarahjune)
I am a Saturn who dreams of being a Mercury, and everything I write reflects...
– Italo Calvino
(crashinglybeautiful via Lewis Hyde’s website)
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Whenever we love justice and stand on the side of justice we refuse simplistic...
–
bell hooks, Teaching Community: A Pedagogy of Hope
(via fuckyeahradicalquotes)
Watch out for intellect,
because it knows so much it knows nothing
and leaves...
– Anne Sexton (via overthetrail)
What we needed were not words and promises but the steady accumulation of small...
– Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via silentfrenzies)
Edna St. Vincent Millay, "The True Encounter"
“Wolf!” cried my cunning heart At every sheep it spied, And roused the countryside. “Wolf! Wolf!”—and up would start Good neighbours, bringing spade And pitchfork to my aid. At length my cry was known: Therein lay my release. I met the wolf alone And was devoured in peace.
(via leprintemps)
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James Crews, "When I Think of the End of the World...
I can’t help but see the first few crocuses that will somehow shoot through the layers of ash
like fingers still tender and bright enough to redeem the particulate drizzle that will no doubt keep
staining our expectant faces as we huddle in cellars, under overpasses, crouching on hazmat pallets
and wondering how to fill the silences piling above us like stricken snow. I think of Pavlov...
W. B. Yeats, "Her Triumph"
I did the dragon’s will until you Because I had fancied love a casual Improvisation, or a settled game That followed if I let the kerchief fall: Those deeds were best that gave the minute wings And heavenly music if they gave it wit; And then you stood among the dragon rings. I mocked, being crazy, but you mastered it And broke the chain and set my ankles free, Saint George or else a pagan...
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This stuff, this flesh, this heavy breathing…We have this aptitude in our hearts...
– from Women of Manhattan by John Patrick Shanley
(via its-light-outside)
I need not hate any man; he cannot hurt me. I need not flatter any man; he has...
– Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own (k8here via sarahgraham7)
Eros is the helplessness of that which is sovereign: it is the strength...
– -Roberto Calasso, The Marriage of Cadmus and Harmony
(via ahuntersheart)
“The serpent is a vexingly ambiguous archetype. It’s obviously a phallus, yet a more ancient and universal symbol of the feminine principle would be hard to come by. Perhaps this undifferentiation, this nonduality, is the point. Maybe that’s what’s so unsettling about snakes.”
— Alison Bechdel, Fun Home, p 116. Photo by ViaMoi.
(via lucidaconsole)
Strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.
– Charles Baudelaire (technicolorcancer via withnailrules)
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When we grasp fully that the best expressions of our humanity were not invented...
– Paul Shepard, from Coming Home to the Pleistocene (via sarahjune)
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Langston Hughes, "Tired"
I am so tired of waiting. Aren’t you, For the world to become good And beautiful and kind? Let us take a knife And cut the world in two — And see what worms are eating At the rind.
Denise Levertov, "Intrusion"
After I had cut off my hands and grown new ones something my former hands had longed for came and asked to be rocked. After my plucked out eyes had withered, and new ones grown something my former eyes had wept for came asking to be pitied.
Gamble everything for love,
if you’re a true human being.
– Rumi (via feathersinfray)
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Cate Marvin, "The Pet"
I rode him through the village, smiling. He tossed his tasseled mane in distress. The villagers took his gesture as vanity, and made no attempt to rein him back. Camped at night by stream and fire, he seemed to think stories were in order. The ghoulish tales that twisted out his mouth no longer frightened me. On leaving, I’d taken on a certain complacency. Later, he’d characterize my...
We would rather be ruined than changed;
We would rather die in our dread
Than...
– W.H. Auden
Sara Teasdale, "Enough"
It is enough for me by day To walk the same bright earth with him; Enough that over us by night The same great roof of stars is dim. I do not hope to bind the wind Or set a fetter on the sea — It is enough to feel his love Blow by like music over me.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens...
– Kahlil Gibran (experimentaltimeorder via oceanofmind)
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The liberty of man consists solely in this, that he obeys the laws of nature...
– Mikhail Bakunin (via dxo)
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At their conference today, NASA scientist Felisa Wolfe Simon will announce that...
– Jesus Diaz, NASA Finds New Life (via underpaidgenius)
Nothing I accept about myself can be used against me to diminish me. I am who I...
– Audre Lorde (sarahjune via neonmedusa)
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Rick Snyder, "In Praise of Eros"
“The muse and executioner can’t get enough of each other. What wonderful lives they have, cleaving together to unwind the skeins of our lives as far as they can. Sometimes they pause to excise a knot of meaning, and sometimes they skip it to water the plants or answer the phone.| Deeply in love, they often fight and let the world continue in its drudgery of words, chance, and lust. They are...
sunshadowpoet asked: ¿Who is your favorite photographer (or who comes to mind THIS time that the question is asked, depending on which one is more applicable)?