December 2010
29 posts
Happy New Year 2011
it is not heard at all, but you are the music while the music lasts TS Eliot, The Dry Salvagesaudreyhepburncomplex: Source: shescoastal
gwyon:
Bach: Harpsichord Concerto in F Minor -...
Christmas Card to Grace Hartigan
There’s no holly, but there is the glass and granite towers and the white stone lions and the pale violet clouds. And the great tree of balls in Rockefeller Plaza is public. Christmas is green and general like all great works of the imagination, swelling from minute private sentiments in the desert, a wreath around our intimacy like children’s voices in a park. For red there is our...
every day, every day i hear enough to fill a year...
text: denise levertov images: the drifter and the gypsy
Our truest life is in our dreams awake
“Mere forgetfullness cannot remove it
Nor wishing bring it back, as long as it remains
The white precipitate of its dream
In the climate of sighs flung across our world,
A cloth over a birdcage. But it is certain that
What is beautiful seems so only in relation to a specific
Life, experienced or not, channeled into some form
Steeped in the nostalgia of a collected past.”
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For need can blossom into all the compensation it...
To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know any thing so utterly as when we lack it? And here again is a foreshadowing-the world will be made whole. For to wish for a hand on...
himmelstrasse33:
Ave Maria.
Johann Sebastian...
“This is the silence of astounded souls.”
– Crossing the Water by Sylvia Plath (via the-final-sentence)
“I think if it’s not magical, it’s not going to happen, because all...”
– Woody Allen
analainez:
WAR IS OVER :here. Thanks Giula Geranium!
"That was a memorable to me, for it made great...
ARRIVALS/DEPARTURES: “Every moment in your life is a turning and every one a choosing. Somewhere you made a choice. All followed to this. The accounting is scrupulous. The shape is drawn. No line can be erased. I had no belief in your ability to move a coin to your bidding. How could you? A person’s path through the world seldom changes and even more seldom will it change ...