Stalwart Reader

"We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want whoever to call or not call, a letter, a..."

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 20:56:46 -0500

““We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss- we want more and more and then more of it. But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass, say the window of the corner video store, and I’m gripped by a cherishing so deep for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I’m speechless: I am living.””

- Maria Howe (via emotional-algebra)

apoetreflects: It’s enough peace for our bodies to slip together like a pair of matched spoons as...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 20:54:54 -0500

apoetreflects:

It’s enough peace for our bodies to slip
together like a pair of matched spoons
as we wait for the amnesia of sleep
to cover us, the first drops
of summer rain to fall in the darkness.
In the morning we make love
without kissing, without saying a word.

—Peter Pereira, closing lines to “Waiting for Sophocles” from Saying the World (Copper Canyon Press, 2003)

A Poet Reflects: The Relativity of SorrowMercy is the combing of tangled hair the...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 20:52:59 -0500

A Poet Reflects: The Relativity of SorrowMercy is the combing of tangled hair the...:

apoetreflects:

The Relativity of Sorrow

Mercy is the combing of tangled hair
the sewing up of a split lip
the staying of an execution.
So the prisoner remains alive
until he or she dies a natural death
and the priest returns to say the last rites
one more time like an encore
of rednecks shouting …

apoetreflects: “Love is the last light spoken.” —Dylan Thomas, from section 1 of “Ceremony After a...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 20:52:36 -0500

apoetreflects:

“Love is the last light spoken.”

—Dylan Thomas, from section 1 of “Ceremony After a Fire Raid,” in The Poems of Dylan Thomas, (New Directions, 2003)

"Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart."

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 23:47:08 -0500

“Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart.”

- Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment (via forbiddenalleys)

"Why should I fear death? If I am, death is not. If death is. I am not. Why should I fear that which..."

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 21:24:47 -0500

“Why should I fear death?
If I am, death is not.
If death is. I am not.
Why should I fear that which cannot exist when I do?”

- Epicurus (via floriental)

liquidnight: Robert Demachy Title unknown, circa 1900 From...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 21:23:08 -0500

liquidnight:

Robert Demachy

Title unknown, circa 1900

From Robert Demachy: Photographs and Essays

"these are the subtleties of the noon sea: lime, emerald, lilac, cobalt, ultramarine."

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:24:29 -0500

“these are the subtleties of the noon sea:
lime, emerald, lilac, cobalt, ultramarine.”

- Derek Walcott, from “The Prodigal” (via petrichour)

thesocrateclub: France, c. 1930

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:24:04 -0500

thesocrateclub:

France, c. 1930

"The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her."

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:22:48 -0500

“The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.”

- Oscar Wilde (via typewriterjazz)

"My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my..."

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:22:03 -0500

“My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my life.”

- Hermann Hesse (via middecember)

thesocrateclub: Who was she? by sctatepdx on Flickr.

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:19:56 -0500

thesocrateclub:

Who was she? by sctatepdx on Flickr.

thesocrateclub: signora italiana, 1910/15 by Ioffas on Flickr.

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:18:50 -0500

thesocrateclub:

signora italiana, 1910/15 by Ioffas on Flickr.

"Things became suddenly beautiful, intolerably beautiful, and she intolerably aware of them: she..."

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 19:32:56 -0500

“Things became suddenly beautiful, intolerably beautiful, and she intolerably aware of them: she found herself, despite herself, driven to tears by the intense green she saw, looking up through the apple trees at the summer sky, unable to reduce the profusion of the gold-edged crossing twigs and the overlapping, deepening, glittering rounds of the leaves against that uncompromising midsummer blue to any order that she could comprehend.”

- A. S. Byatt, The Shadow of the Sun (via sketchofthepast)

thehystericalsociety: Walking away - 1920s - (Via)

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 08:48:47 -0500

thehystericalsociety:

Walking away - 1920s - (Via)

"I need words that mean more than they mean, words not just with height and width, but depth and..."

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 08:41:50 -0500

“I need words that mean more than they mean, words not just with height and width, but depth and weight and, and other dimensions that I cannot even name.”

- Lois McMaster BujoLd (via m-as-tu-vu)

poboh: The Singer Building, Twilight, 1910, Alvin Langdon...

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 08:39:19 -0500

poboh:

The Singer Building, Twilight, 1910, Alvin Langdon Coburn. (1882 - 1966)

thehystericalsociety: Flare (Via)

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 15:39:29 -0500

thehystericalsociety:

Flare (Via)

thehystericalsociety: c.1910 (Via)

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 15:38:36 -0500

thehystericalsociety:

c.1910 (Via)

theblackcatzon: david hamilton

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 15:26:01 -0500

theblackcatzon:

david hamilton