Bliss & Bale

Writer; Poet; Bibliophile. Walk with me as I tread the hallways of my grief and find beauty in the tears.

[litverve]

Chris Hillus

[weltenwellen]

Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems

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[veryslowreader]

The Colossus and Other Poems by Sylvia Plath

Devs: “Episode 1”

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‘Agamemnon,’ Aeschylus (translated by Anne Carson)

[moornebheym]

moornebheym, 2017  www.moornebheym.de - facebook - instagram - prints

[grayskymorning]

Windy Peak Vintage

[sadyoungliterarygirls]

“I did not dare to reach for what I wanted except indirectly, subtly, by pain, concessions, sacrifice.”

— Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947 (via weltenwellen)

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from “Summer Story”, Red Bird

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Vladimir Nabokov, from an interview for “The New York Times Book Review (1970)”, Strong Opinions (1972)

[megairea]

“a river, a sweet and silent current, floods over you within, moves forward, darkens you: night soaks the riverbanks in your soul.”

— Octavio Paz, from Nocturnal Water (tr. by Eliot Weinberger).

[booklover]

“Hard times are coming, when we’ll be wanting the voices of writers who can see alternatives to how we live now, can see through our fear-stricken society and its obsessive technologies to other ways of being, and even imagine real grounds for hope. We’ll need writers who can remember freedom—poets, visionaries—realists of a larger reality.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin, 2014 (via kdhume)

[mesogeios]

“What if, however, humans exceed animals in their capacity for violence precisely because they speak? As Hegel was already well aware, there is something violent in the very symbolisation of a thing, which equals its mortification. This violence operates at multiple levels. Language simplifies the designated thing, reducing it to a single feature. It dismembers the thing, destroying its organic unity, treating its parts and properties as autonomous. It inserts the thing into a field of meaning which is ultimately external to it. When we name gold “gold,” we violently extract a metal from its natural texture, investing into it our dreams of wealth, power, spiritual purity, and so on, which have nothing whatsoever to do with the immediate reality of gold.”

— Slavoj Žižek, Violence

[unangecommetoi]

George Hillyard Swinstead (1905) The Angel’s Message

[anotheryellowfog]

Charles Simic, ‘Totemism’, from Dime-Store Alchemy: The Art of Joseph Cornell

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“Whosoever is delighted in solitude, is either a wild beast or a god.”

— Plato (via quotemadness)

[crashart26]

@milesart contemporary surrealistic painter artist su. @crashart26 @crashart31 @crashirony

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and now you are

and i am

and we are a mystery

which will never happen again

e. e. cummings