The tree and the forest

Juan, some foreign country. 'When Fortuna spins you downward, go out to a movie and get more out of life',  John Kennedy Toole.

[onetwofeb]

I finally began to think, that is to say, to listen louder.

Beckett

[lairreparablefugadeltiempo]

Museum Hours (Jem Cohen, 2012)

[proustiansleep]

"I told myself from nothing nothing could be taken away.

I told myself if I had nothing the world couldn't touch me.

Were you safe then?

I was never safe, even when I was most hidden. Even then I was waiting.

The absolute erodes; the boundary, the wall around the self erodes. If I was waiting I had been invaded by time.

I think I recognize the patterns of my nature." —Louise Glück, Mutable Earth

[theinternetarchive]

images of hands working by the usda forest health protection service, 1970s.

[garadinervi]

Sarona Abuaker, The Hours, in Why so few women on the street at night, the87press, Sutton, 2021, pp. 32-33

Publishers for Palestine: Free Palestine Reading List for November 29 – December 5, 2024

[snstitre]

“Understanding is Love’s other name.” Fire of Love (2022) dir. Sara Dosa

[onceness-deactivated20240321]

~ Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by Stephen Mitchell)

[ourlittlesister2015]

Museum Hours (2012), dir. Jem Cohen

[apocryphics]

Charles Simic

[baroque-art-history]

Philosopher in Meditation painted by Rembrandt (1606 - 1669)

[pearlmarley]

there is no outcome, only eternal unfolding

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

The Black Tower (John Smith, 1987)

[proustian-dream]

Lisa Robertson, 'Atget's Interiors', Occasional Works and Seven Walks from the Office for Soft Architecture

[shihlun]

Akio Jissoji

- This Transient Life

1970

[onetwofeb]

Not “Revelation”—’tis—that waits But our unfurnished eyes—

Emily Dickinson

[samja]

[thirdity]

“Don’t some say that peace comes when you understand? I have understood. I should be at peace. Who said that peace derives from the contemplation of order, order understood, enjoyed, realized without residuum, in joy and triumph, the end of effort?”

— Umberto Eco, Foucault’s Pendulum