resurgam

Energy. Sincerety. Clarity of vision. Creativity.

[quotemadness]

Your soul has fallen to bits and pieces. Good. Rearrange them to suit yourself.

Hermann Hesse (via quotemadness)

[quotemadness]

I overcame myself, the sufferer; I carried my own ashes to the mountains; I invented a brighter flame for myself. And behold, then this ghost fled from me.

Friedrich Nietzsche (via quotemadness)

[thepersonalwords]

Maybe when we die, the first thing we’ll say is, ‘I know this feeling. I was here before.’

Don Delillo (via graceless1997)

[elenamorelli]

{ fireworks } -wishing you all a new year full of emotions, smiles and stars-

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I was standing / at the edge of the field– / I was hurrying / through my own soul, / opening its dark doors– / I was leaning out; / I was listening.

Mary Oliver, from New & Selected Poems; “White Pine; Mockingbirds” (via phantomwidow)

[trash-fuckyou]

[aidashakur]

“6 months from now I will be in a different situation.”

Speak it into existence.

[jazbaaati]

“Litost is a state of torment created by the sudden sight of one’s own misery.” - Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting.

[heartbeat-of-leafy-limbs]

OHARA KOSON Six Geese and the Shadow [1926]

[equatorjournal]

Lucille Webb & Georgia O'Keeffe, 1957

[mesogeios]

Why has the pleasure of slowness disappeared? Ah, where have they gone, the amblers of yesteryear? Where have they gone, those loafing heroes of folk song, those vagabonds who roam from one mill to another and bed down under the stars? Have they vanished along with footpaths, with grasslands and clearings, with nature? There is a Czech proverb that describes their easy indolence by a metaphor: “They are gazing at God’s windows.”

Milan Kundera, Slowness (via mesogeios)

[renaissance-art]

The ‘Mysterious Garden’ miniature by an unknown artist in Guillaume de Machaut’s book of poems, 1355-1360

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

“…and it struck me what a wonderful thing nature is because it knows the value of silence, the innuendos of silence and what they could mean for a word-bound creature such as I was.“

– Tess Gallagher, from “The Lover of Horses,” The Lover of Horses and Other Stories (Graywolf Press, 1992)

[minotauri]

if you’re not standing barefoot in the heart of a foreboding forest and chanting to the old gods as the moonlight tangles its fingers in your messy hair and caresses your dirt-streaked cheeks what even is the point

[heavensghost]

You haven’t lost who you are, you’re just different now. and that’s okay

[sametove-jaro]

„Vzhledem k tomu, že naše národy se ocitly na pokraji beznaděje a odevzdanosti, rozhodli jsme se vyjádřit svůj protest a probudit svědomí národa.“

[sametove-jaro]

Given that our nations have found themselves on the brink of hopelessness and resignation, we have decided to express our protest and to awaken the national conscience. Our group is composed of volunteers who are determined to set themselves on fire for our cause. I had the honor to draw number one, and therefore I have earned the right to write these first letters and to make my appearance as the first torch.

Our demands are: 1) the immediate abolition of censorship 2) a ban on the distribution of Zprávy.* As you can see, our demands are not extreme, rather the opposite. If our demands are not met within five days, that is by 21. 1. 1969, and if the people do not come out in sufficient support of these demands (through an open-ended strike), another torch will go up in flames.

Torch No. 1

P.S.: I believe our nations will not need any more light. January 1968 started from above, January 1969 must start from below (if it is to start at all).

- Jan Palach:  Letter “Torch No. 1” sent to the Czechoslovak Writers’ Union. January 16, 1969.

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*Zprávy was an official publication issued by the occupation troops in Czechoslovakia at the time.

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