"Poetry, the loftiest and the most vulgar, is her mirror; on seeing her image, she enters it, dives deep within her being and becomes a wellspring.
Like the woman who contemplates herself in them, springs are waters of both perdition and life; to see oneself in those waters, to fall into them and remain afloat, is to be born again. Molly is a wellspring, and she talks in an endless soliloquy that is like the inexhaustible murmur of a fountain. And what does she say?
This entire torrent of words is a great yes to life, a yes indifferent to good and evil, a self-regarding, prudent, avid, generous, bounteous, stupid, cosmic yes, a yes of acceptance that in its monotonous flow fuses and confuses past, present, and future, what we were and are and will be, everything and everyone together in a great exclamation like a sea urge that rises, falls, and jumbles all things together in a whole that has no beginning or end:
‘O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the fig trees in the Alameda gardens…"

— A book I just met at the bookstore, something about love and poetry.

Posted 1 month ago
"I liked being the only one who understood her."

— Simone de Beauvoir, from The Mandarins (via violentwavesofemotion)

Posted 1 month ago
"It seems very safe to me to be surrounded by green growing things and water."

— Barbara Kingsolver (via awelltraveledwoman)

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Posted 2 months ago

margadirube:

earlymodernart:Edgar Degas - Forest in the Mountains, c. 1890

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mythologyofblue:

The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never even heard of,

as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

-Billy Collins, excerpt from “Forgetfulness”

Posted 2 months ago
"The main thing is to be moved, to love, to hope, to tremble, to live. Be a human before being an artist."

Rodin (via tat-art)

Exactly

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Posted 2 months ago
"Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again."

— C.S. Lewis

Posted 2 months ago

When Great Trees Fall by Maya Angelou

kathleenjoy:

When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.

When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare,…

Posted 3 months ago