d’aww zachy pooh .. i <3 u too!
love seeing the moon on the edge of night. it’s almost like the moon was so eager to take it’s flight that it just couldn’t wait for the exit of light. so impatient, like a child. I love childish moons.
Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.
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| — | Roland Barthes, literary critic and philosopher (1915-1980) |
You were once wild here. Don’t let them tame you.
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| — | Isadora Duncan, Isadora Speaks: Uncollected Writings and Speeches of Isadora Duncan |
(photo flicker – rocketrictic)
and your lullabies are what keep me up at night
no rest for me, no peace
just your memory that forever haunts my sleep —me
I have always lived with the awareness of the impossibility of living. And what has made existence endurable to me is my curiosity as to how I would get from one minute, one day, one year to the next
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| — | Emile Cioran |
Paul Nash (1889-1946)
Totes Meer (Dead Sea)
Oil on Canvas
This painting, the title of which is German for ‘dead sea’, was inspired by a dump of wrecked aircraft at Cowley in Oxfordshire. Nash based the image on photographs he took there, a few of which are on display nearby.The artist described the sight: ‘The thing looked to me suddenly, like a great inundating sea … the breakers rearing up and crashing on the plain. And then, no: nothing moves, it is not water or even ice, it is something static and dead.’
Paul Nash (1889‑1946)
Pillar and Moon 1932-42
Oil on canvas
This picture was based around ‘the mystical association of two objects which inhabit different elements and have no apparent relationin life… The pale stone sphere on top of a ruined pillar faces its counterpart the moon, cold and pale and solid as stone.’Though not explicitly about mourning, the deep, unpopulated space and ghostly lighting gives the scene a melancholy air. Rather than depict a real landscape, Nash said that his intention had been ‘to call up memories and stir emotions in the spectator’.
a moment
I don’t know if this is true to you but for me
sometimes it gets so bad
that anything else
say like
looking at a bird on an overhead
power line
seems as great as a Beethoven
symphony.
then you forget it and you’re back
again.
–Charles Bukowski
Bone Palace Ballet
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.
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Hunter S. Thompson (The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967) Damn..holding in down Hunter. Holding it down. |
