The act of writing a poem is a bodily act as well as a mental and imaginative act, and the act of reading a poem—even silently—must be bodily before it’s intellectual.
Donald Hall (via theparisreview)
Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.
Amrita Sher-Gil (Indian, 1913-1941), Ancient Storyteller, 1940. Beautiful work. Thank you, arsvitaest.
Self-knowledge is not the product of will; self-knowledge comes into being through awareness of the moment by moment responses to the movement of life.
J. Krishnamurti (Thank you, sharanam & Science & Nonduality)
It is good to have an end to journey towards, but it is the journey that matters in the end.
Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness (via liquidnight)
Amrita Sher-Gil (Indian, 1913-1941), Three Girls, 1935. Oil on canvas. Thank you, arsvitaest & firsttimeuser.
ROMANESQUE SCULPTOR, French
Nave capital
c. 1150
Stone
Church of Saint-Andoche, Saulieu
Thank you, centuriespast & workman’s tumblr.
Jeff Wall, A Sudden Gust of Wind (After Hokusai), 1993. Thank you, invisiblestories.
The realm of fairy-story is wide and deep and high and filled with many things: all manners of beasts and birds are found there; shoreless seas and stars uncounted; beauty that is an enchantment, and an ever-present peril; both joy and sorrow as sharp as swords. In that realm a man may, perhaps, count himself fortunate to have wandered, but its very richness and strangeness tie the tongue of a traveler who would report them. And while he is there it is dangerous for him to ask too many questions, lest the gates should be shut and the keys be lost.
J.R.R. Tolkien, “On Fairy-Stories,” from Tree and Leaf (via touba)
