Bob Dylan: “Ring Them Bells” from the album, Oh Mercy.
Rowland Scherman, Bob Dylan, 1966. Thank you, lecollecteur & kvetchlandia.
“A hundred thousand worlds are flowers in the sky,
a single mind and body is moonlight in the water;
once the cunning ends and information stops,
at that moment there is no place for thought.”
-Han-Shan Te-Ch’ing
Today, in the River.
Robinson Jeffers (Thank you, saturnrising & distantstations)
Piet Mondrian, Anemones in a Vase, 1906
Image via missfolly and text from proustitute:
“I have an idea for a ‘play.’ Summer’s night. Someone on a seat. And voices speaking from the flowers.”
— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 19 January 1935
(via themetropolitanline)
Edward Ardizzone (1900-1979). I love this. Thank you, theshipthatflew.
Yo La Tengo: Little Honda. I haven’t heard this in ages. Thank you, predatorywaspobserver.
Ernst Haas, Traffic, NY, 1963. Thank you, melisaki.
God, please divest me of all the beliefs I’ve ever had, which I’ve held in direct proportion to the doubt they’ve covered.
Adyashanti. Thank you, sharanam who added: “A “prayer” heard during a talk he gave last night in NYC, as he spoke about the danger of authority and the kind of knowledge which comes from anything but direct experience…these words are only pointers, that’s all they can ever be…When questioned by an audience member why he was using so many words to talk about the ineffable, he replied that indeed it’s ironic. And after relaying a great explanation a wise abbess of a Zen monastery had given him once (which I’ve now forgotten), he said that Ramana Maharshi would describe teaching as using a thorn to dig out another thorn in your flesh…it’s sometimes the best way, messy it may be!”
Linda Butler, Rural Japan. Thank you, firsttimeuser.
