R.E.M. | “Nightswimming” 1980-2011. Thanks for all the great songs guys. YES, and thank you, thebronzemedal.
Yesterday as I came down the path from the mountain I heard a strange humming behind me. A Tibetan came by quietly droning a monotonous sound, a prolonged “om”. It was something that harmonized with the mountain — an ancient syllable he had found long ago in the rocks — or perhaps it had been born with him.
Thomas Merton, from a journal entry written in Dharamsala on November 2, 1968. (Thank you touba)
Arbor cognationis spiritualis (Spiritual tree of bonds), 14th century; from L’arbre: Histoire naturelle et symbolique de l’arbre
“Stars and blossoming fruit trees: Utter permanence and extreme fragility give an equal sense of eternity.”
—Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace
Thank you, Woolgathersome.
Girl Playing guitar on the Veranda of Camulos Ranch, California, 1882. Thank you, killerbeesting & kvetchlandia.
Leonard Cohen | “Heart with No Companion,” from Songs from the Road, 2011. Thank you, Ordinary Finds.
Nothing stays put. The world is a wheel.
All that we know, that we’re
made of, is motion.
Amy Clampitt, from “Nothing Stays Put” (Thank you, proustitute)
The Phenomenological World
As I drive by my neighbor’s yard,
a swan I’ve mistaken daily for an ornament
raises a wing.
—Jo McDougall, from her book of poems, “Dirt.” Thanks to Sugar on the Rumpus.
The Break Up
It’s likely that the cause of it
wasn’t any one thing,
certainly not anything
either of them would believe.
Just the wearing away,
water constantly reminding stone.
—Jo McDougall, from her book of poems “Dirt.”
All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets, unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.
D.H. Lawrence, with thanks to 12Bent AKA Ordinary Finds.
