February 2012
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“There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”
– Leonard Cohen (via fragilis)
“Give me a thrill, says the reader,
Give me a kick;
I don’t care how you...”
– Fiction and the Reading Public - Philip Larkin (via allofthistwattage)
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“It was true that I didn’t have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for...”
– Charles Bukowski (via mutualaddiction)
weepling:
oh someday i know someone will look...
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“Not all of us are writers and not all of us are artists or painters, but all of...”
– Tegan Quin (via yourheartisanemptyr00m)
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“Is it really possible to tell someone else what one feels?”
– Leo Tolstoy (via misswallflower)
“[We do not say ourselves like that in poems.]
We say ourselves in syllables...”
– Wallace Stevens, from “The Creations of Sound” (via the-final-sentence)
“Man is a mystery. It needs to be unravelled, and if you spend your whole life...”
– Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via gracefree)
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Light: What I remember most
mythologyofblue:
What I remember most about those empty shores is the vastness of the sky…There we used to sleep out in the open at night, almost crushed by the stars. You felt you could reach out and touch them: they were so big, so uncountable, crackling with light, with only slivers of blackness separating one from another. It was as if the sky were a volcano wall riddled with holes that let...
“You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles...”
– Henry Rollins (via dancarnovendaval)
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ccronopio:
Mozart’s Requiem.
“I adore him.
Yet I adore also the drowse of mountains.”
– Mary Oliver, from “Of Time” in Swan (via proustitute)
Who understands anything about beauty?
“When the newspapers were full of alarms about Iran possibly developing a nuclear...”
– Howard Zinn on Kurt Vonnegut (via cadburycrazed)
“Orpheus
When I wrote of the women in their dances and
wildness, it was...”
– “The Poem as Mask” by Muriel Rukeyser (via growing-orbits)
thesunisonmyside:
Stones taught me to fly Love,...
