Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time. Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison […]
Gaston Bachelard — The Vale of Soul-Making
The brook will nonetheless teach you to speak, in spite of sorrows and memories.
— Gaston Bachelard, Earth and Reveries of Will: An Essay on the Imagination of Matter. (Dallas Inst Humanities & Culture, September 1, 2002) Originally published 1948.
“Magic comes through you – you don’t own it” — Art of Quotation
“Magic comes through you – you don’t own it”
– Robby Krieger, guitarist, songwriter: Light My Fire (The Doors)
via “Magic comes through you – you don’t own it” — Art of Quotation
“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” — Art of Quotation
“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)
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 […]
via Louis-François Delisse – Qui a dit que je ne reverrais plus… — BEAUTY WILL SAVE THE WORLD
on privilege — HA’s Place
the day woke up in a frenzy of skin and blood, all seemingly smeared on my brown face, chiding me for my ignorance of the lasting night, right at the corner of my right eye — my language is my privilege, my middle- class ceiling stays intact, when i write expressions of winds, sands, waters, […]
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