January 2012
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Words, which can make our terrors bravely clear,
Can also thus domesticate a...
– Richard Wilbur, from “A Barred Owl” (via proustitute)
It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or...
– J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via pantherprincess)
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December 2011
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I simply want to be dead…
no grove [ ] no dance no sound
– Sappho, fragment translated by Anne Carson in If Not, Winter (via proustitute)
How much of my brain is willfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what...
– Sylvia Plath (via zacheser)
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But there are moments when one has to choose between living one’s own life,...
– Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere’s Fan (via bookoasis)
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November 2011
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A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him up for her own,
Pressed her body to...
– ― W.B. Yeats (via polarbearprince)
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We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of...
– T. S. Eliot (via troubled)
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I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly, as the light lies on these...
– Sylvia Plath (via loveyourchaos)
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And in the end, of course, a true war story is never about war. It’s about...
– Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried (via brittadictarnold)
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The word within a word, unable to speak a word,
Swaddled with darkness.
– T. S. Eliot, from “Gerontion” (via weissewiese)
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October 2011
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The stars know everything,
So we try to read their minds.
As distant as they...
– Charles Simic, from “Autumn Sky” (via proustitute)
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September 2011
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Van Stanley: Nobel Prize acceptance speech, by... →
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Ladies and gentlemen, I feel that this award was not made to me as a man, but to my work - a life’s work in the agony and sweat of the human spirit, not for glory and least of all for profit, but to create out of the materials of the human spirit something which did not exist before. So this…
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The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no...
– Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye (via mydirty)
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Yet no matter how deeply I go down into myself
my God is dark, like a webbing...
– Rainer Maria Rilke (via sleepinginthesnow)
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Free man, you shall forever cherish the vast sea,
The sea, that image where you...
– Charles Baudelaire, “The Man and the Sea,” translated by Jacques LeClercq, 1958 (via aubade)
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Too much rain
loosens trees.
In the hills giant oaks
fall upon their knees....
– Kay Ryan, “Crown” (via proustitute)
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Alternative histories in art by Matthew Buchholz
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Artist Matthew Buchholz creates historic images with a slight twist. Zombies are presidents, aliens invade old pictures of loving young couples, and sea monsters slither around national monuments.
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August 2011
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Everyone thinks their own situation most tragic. I am no exception.
– Oranges are Not the Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson (via thechocolatebrigade)
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Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of...
– Carl Sagan, The Demon-Haunted World (via theladycheeky)
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Sharing Poetry: Louise Glück, "Midsummer" →
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On nights like this we used to swim in the quarry, the boys making up games requiring them to tear off the girls’ clothes and the girls cooperating, because they had new bodies since last summer and they wanted to exhibit them, the brave ones leaping off the high rocks — bodies crowding the…