“I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited”
– Jorge Luis Borges, writer
Albert Camus — The Vale of Soul-Making
I am too often continuously lonely, having nothing to articulate, defend, expose, or even occasionally justify.
— Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959 (Ivan R. Dee Publisher, 2008; first published 1989)
Salzburg Altstadt – Blue Hour/Full Moon
Salzburg Altstadt – Nonnbergstiege
Photography by Marcus D. Niski © 2019
Salzburg Altstadt – The Blue Hour
Salzburg Altstadt – Festungsbahn
Photography by Marcus D. Niski © 2019
Salzburg Altstadt – The Blue Hour
Salzburg Altstadt – Festung
Photography by Marcus D. Niski © 2019
Eye — For Earth Below
on kindness — HA’s Place
the full-throated cry of the sky pierces the calm of a spring day besotted with its capacity to go on. unhindered — the shrieks of the crows speak of the agony of the air, that is carbon, ash, cacophony, & unanswerable specks of dust and dirt. why do we forget to be kind to what […]
Charles Simic — The Vale of Soul-Making
All my dark thoughts laid out in a straight line. An abstract street on which an equally abstract intelligence forever advances, doubting the sound of its own footsteps.
— Charles Simic, “Euclid Avenue,” Unending Blues: Poems (Mariner Books, 1986)
Rumi — The Vale of Soul-Making
Surge like an ocean, don’t scatter yourself like a storm. Life’s waters flow from darkness. Search the darkness, don’t run from it. Night travelers are full of light, and you are, too; don’t leave this companionship.
— Rumi, from “Search the Darkness,” Love Is a Stranger (Shambhala, 2000)
Louis-François Delisse – Qui a dit que je ne reverrais plus… — BEAUTY WILL SAVE THE WORLD
Qui a dit que je ne reverrais plus jamais l’os d’or du soleil rouler dans nos têtes qu’entre mes mains ne pendrait plus la caresse jaune que ta langue ne serait plus jamais ma rame ? le chat soyeux du soir pose ses trois pattes sur l’œil de l’horizon et derrière les croupes et les […]
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