July 2012
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It is true of even the best of us that if an observer can catch us boarding a...
– John Cheever, “The Summer Farmer”, Collected Stories and Other Writings, The Library of America, 2009, p. 108. (via msodradek)
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Awakening begins when a person realizes that they are going nowhere and they do...
– George Gurdjieff
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People don’t really need holidays, after all; they can carry their holidays with...
– Timo Sarpaneva (via yama-bato)
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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me
full to the bone.
– W. B. Yeats, from “The Wanderings of Oisin”
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A More Intricate Cup of Tea →
“Silence is radical. When sustained, it has an effect on your perception comparable to that of any number of chemicals with which you might seek change. Your vision transforms, to start with; you suddenly find yourself absorbing what’s on the periphery, massive amounts of once-invisible data assailing your pupils. When you’re not preparing your next remark, your hearing capacity...
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Silence
There is the sudden silence of the crowd above a player not moving on the field, and the silence of the orchid. The silence of the falling vase before it strikes the floor, the silence of the belt when it is not striking the child. The stillness of the cup and the water in it, the silence of the moon and the quiet of the day far from the roar of the sun. The silence when I hold you to my chest, the...
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There is only what is. The what-should-be never did exist, but people keep...
– Lenny Bruce, How to Talk Dirty and Influence People (via larmoyante)
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But sounds don’t worry about whether they make sense or whether they are heading in the right direction. They don’t need that direction or mis-direction to be themselves. They are, and that’s enough for them. And for me too… A sound possesses nothing, no more than I possess it. A sound doesn’t have its being, it can’t be sure of existing in the following second. What’s strange is that it came...
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So when people say that poetry is a luxury, or an option, or for the educated...
– Jeanette Winterson, from In Defense of Poetry
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I hear the wind blow,
And I feel that it was worth being born just to hear the...
– Fernando Pessoa, from “Uncollected Poems” (translated by Richard Zenith)
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Summer →
“Sitting under a deep blue sky where the sun is rising, orange and pulsing, I find myself surrounded by a cloister of evergreens in the silence of seven in the morning. Nearby, I have discovered a hummingbird’s nest. When I am attentive, I can hear the buzz and whirl of her tiny wings. She darts back and forth through the leaves with a crazy geometry, and sometimes hangs suspended in the...
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“Thomas Merton wrote, “there is always a temptation to diddle around in the contemplative life, making itsy-bitsy statues.” There is always an enormous temptation in all of life to diddle around making itsy-bitsy friends and meals and journeys for itsy-bitsy years on end. It is so self-conscious, so apparently moral, simply to step aside from the gaps where the creeks and winds...
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I never liked jazz music because jazz music doesn’t resolve. But I was...
– Donald Miller, with thanks to Whiskey River.
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He who works with his hands is a laborer. He who works with his hands and his...
– Francis of Assisi (*1182, †1226)
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Explore the Ocean →
A really cool info-graphic entitled “Explore the Ocean” that was submitted to me by the artist Meika Jensen.
Check it out.
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All things pass, all things, that is, but mystery.
– Rikki Ducornet (via mythologyofblue)
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It was a marvelous night, the sort of night one only experiences when one is...
– Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights (via larmoyante)
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Perhaps creating something is nothing but an act of profound remembrance.
– Rainer Maria Rilke, The Poet’s Guide to Life, trans. Ulrich Baer (via proustitute)
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We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing...
– Madeleine L’Engle (via passade)
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It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned...
– John Green, Paper Towns (via larmoyante)
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