July 27, 2014

metaphorformetaphor:


And as we stray further from love
we multiply the words,
words and sentences so long and orderly.
Had we remained together
we could have become a silence.

— Yehuda Amichai, from “Quick and Bitter” (translated by Assia Gutmann), Love poems. Harper & Row, 1981

(Source: awritersruminations)

July 27, 2014

metaphorformetaphor:


I look at my past life as at a field lit up by the sun when it breaks through the clouds, and I note with metaphysical astonishment how my most deliberate acts, my clearest ideas, and my most logical intentions were after all no more than congenital drunkenness, inherent madness, and huge ignorance.  I didn’t even act anything out.  I was the role that got acted.  At most, I was the actor’s motions.

—Fernando Pessoa, from chapter 39 of The Book of Disquiet, edited and translated by Richard Zenith (Penguin Modern Classics, 2002)

(Source: apoetreflects, via iamlargeandmultitudinous)

July 21, 2014

Big Sur Evening - Simon Bull

Big Sur Evening - Simon Bull

(Source: ufansius, via rubensdaughter)

July 21, 2014
"Some things are too terrible to grasp at once. Other things - naked, sputtering, indelible in their horror - are too terrible to really ever grasp at all. It is only later, in solitude, in memory, that the realisation dawns: when the ashes are cold; when the mourners have departed; when one looks around and finds oneself - quite to one’s surprise - in an entirely different world."

— Donna Tartt, The Secret History (via ontheedgeofdarkness)

(Source: camilla-macauley, via razna)

July 21, 2014
crescentmoon06:

Poland

crescentmoon06:

Poland

(via lon92oft)

July 20, 2014
"But silence is not a natural environment for stories. They need words. Without them they grown pale, sicken and die. And then they haunt you."

— Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale (via splitterherzen)

July 20, 2014
mortisia:

Amundsen, the first man to the South Pole.

mortisia:

Amundsen, the first man to the South Pole.

(via nuracedia)

July 20, 2014
"My fear of life is necessary to me, as is my illness. Without anxiety and illness, I am a ship without a rudder. My art is grounded in reflections over being different from others. My sufferings are part of my self and my art. They are indistinguishable from me, and their destruction would destroy my art. I want to keep those sufferings."

— Edvard Munch (via hesiunderground)

(via killedbyart)

July 19, 2014
"Since a three-dimensional object casts a two-dimensional shadow, we should be able to imagine the unknown four-dimensional object whose shadow we are."

— Marcel Duchamp  (via dieworten)

(Source: fables-of-the-reconstruction, via moveinthismoment)

July 19, 2014
fleurdulys:

Sea Shore in Moonlight - Caspar David Friedrich
1835

fleurdulys:

Sea Shore in Moonlight - Caspar David Friedrich

1835

July 19, 2014
"In my mouth is an enduring summer solstice
where dawn follows dusk in such rapid succession
I barely taste the night."

Dominik Parisien | From his poem, 'I Am Learning to Forget' first published in Strange Horizons. (via indigenousdialogues)

July 19, 2014
wowtastic-nature:

Fantasy by  Elena Simona Craciun on 500px.com

wowtastic-nature:

Fantasy by Elena Simona Craciun on 500px.com

(via corytonny)

July 19, 2014
"at the bottom of the ocean is a layer of water that has never moved…"

— Anne Carson, Red Doc> (via r1mbaud)

(via spiritandteeth)

July 18, 2014
"Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence… Someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence, certainly never."

—  Franz Kafka, The Silence of the Sirens (via vitrina)

(via howitzerliterarysociety)

July 17, 2014
fleurdulys:

Home Again - John Atkinson Grimshaw
1879

fleurdulys:

Home Again - John Atkinson Grimshaw

1879