May 2013
65 posts
“Where is the center of the sea?
Why do waves never go there?”
– Pablo Neruda, from The Book Of Questions, translation by William O’Daly (Copper Canyon Press, 1991)
So in love with this song right now.
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“Le beau est toujours bizarre”
– Baudelaire (via thhedarkparadise)
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The art of writing opera-librettos: practical... →
no-tritones-for-you:
it’s just what I always wanted… I think; still flipping through it.
“From so much loving and journeying, books emerge.
And if they don’t contain...”
– Pablo Neruda, “Ars Magnetica”, trans. Alastair Reid (with thanks to Love Is A Place)
kat-howard:
“Listen, whatever it is you try
to do with your life, nothing will ever dazzle you
like the dreams of your body,
its spirit
longing to fly while the dead-weight bones
toss their dark mane and hurry
back into the fields of glittering fire
where everything,
even the great whale,
throbs with song.”
Mary Oliver, from her poem “Humpbacks.”
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“Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. What then kills...”
– Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body
(via eff1orescence)
“Learn a new language and get a new soul.”
– Czech Proverb (via victoriousvocabulary)
“I sit before flowers
hoping they will train me in the art
of opening up.”
– Shane Koyczan, from The Student (via apoetreflects)
“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who...”
– Lemony Snicket (via myfotolog)
“But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both.”
– Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye, “An Origin Story” (via larmoyante)
“I like flaws and feel more comfortable around people who have them. I myself am...”
– Augusten Burroughs (via wryer)
“I came to this earth so that I could find my way back to my Beloved.”
– Rūmī (via ourspiritualheart)
“First thing we should do / if we see each other again is to make / a cage of our...”
– Nick Flynn, from “forgetting something” (via proustitute)
“you’ll have to be careful,
my otherness
will spoil you
ruin you
after me,...”
– Warsan Shire, “Day Three” (via lifeinpoetry)
apoetreflects:
… sometimes everything I write with the threadbare art of my eye seems a snapshot, lurid, rapid, garish, grouped, heightened from life, yet paralyzed by fact.
—Robert Lowell, from “Epilogue” in Day by Day (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1977)
Ideolatry: “So she thoroughly taught him that one... →
ideolatry:
“So she thoroughly taught him that one cannot take pleasure without giving pleasure, and that every gesture, every caress, every touch, every glance, every last bit of the body has its secret, which brings happiness to the person who knows how to wake it. She taught him that after a celebration of…
“Suffering is a gift. In it is hidden mercy.”
― Rumi”
– (via sweetadeline112358)
