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How inappropriate to call this planet Earth when it is quite clearly Ocean.

Arthur C. Clarke (via morganathewitch)

We love Arthur C. Clarke so much. Really not read enough any more.

(via unabridgedbookstore)

#arthur c. clarke #arthur c clarke #sci fi #literature #lit #fiction #novels #novelist #writer #writing #reading #earth #ocean

maya47000

#people reading #johnny depp #johnny depp reading #famous people reading #readers #literature #lit #fiction

Pause

When I am very earnestly digging I lift my head sometimes, and look at the mountains, And muse upon them, muscles relaxing.

I think how freely the wild grasses flower there, How grandly the storm-shaped trees are massed in their gorges, And the rain-worn rocks strewn in magnificent heaps.

Pioneer plants on those uplands find their own footing, No vigorous growth, there, is an evil weed; All weathers are salutary.

It is only a little while since this hillside Lay untrammelled likewise, Unceasingly swept by transmarine winds.

In a very little while, it may be, When our impulsive limbs and our superior skulls Have to the soil restored several ounces of fertiliser,

The Mother of all will take charge again, And soon wipe away with her elements Our small fond human enclosures.

Ursula Bethell

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peira

Sydney Mortimer Lawrence (1865-1940): Northern Lights (not dated)

#Sydney Mortimer Lawrence #northern lights #painting #painter #art #scenic #landscape #landscape art

ohproserpine-deactivated2015053

I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know. Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?

Pablo Neruda, excerpt of Clenched Soul (via camilla-macauley)

#pablo neruda #clenched soul #loneliness #poetry #poet #poem #literature #lit

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Oliver Jeffers

#painting #portrait #blind #oliver jeffers #painter #artist #artistic #442

kalynroseanne

Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

The Winter of the Air (via fuckinq)

(via quantum-consciousness)

#writing #the winter of the air #literature #lit #quote #prose #prose fiction #fiction #creative writing

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Jennifer Cronin

#art #artistic #jennifer cronin #cronin #painting #paint #bath #nude #human form #smoke

aseaofquotes

Tennessee Williams, “Blue Song”

#tennesee williams #blue song #poetry #poet #playwright #writer #literature #lit #american literature #american lit

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rosettes

Charles Baudelaire’s copy of the French 1st edition of Les Fleurs du Mal turned to the poem Spleen

#charles baudelaire #baudelaire #writer #writing #french literature #literature #les fleurs du mal #spleen #poetry #poet #french poetry

violentwavesofemotion-deactivat

My heart was a stone wall you broke through anyway.

Louise Glück, from “Marina” (via violentwavesofemotion)

#louise gluck #gluck #Louise Glück #marina #poetry #poet #poem #literature #lit #literary #quote

totalement70

The Lost Land, 1972.

#art #surreal art #the lost land #1972 #primitive #prehistoric #artistic

coral

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.

Gilda Radner (via feellng)

#gilda radner #radner #literature #literary #quote #delicious ambiguity #fiction

invinculis

This poem yells I have met so many peopleI will never love. Slosh slosh slosh. Can you taste the alcohol in this poem? It’s darker than well water, sweeter than the sprinkler planted between your thighs. This poem whispers Life needs to wash behind its neck. There’s too much grime caked into the bathtub, and really, who has the time to plan such a big wedding? Can a poem talk underwater? Standing on my roof, this poem yells These wordsare red because you have touched me holy. There is death in the air, and I haven’t even brought up the birds that have stopped coming around. Standing on my roof, this poem looks at the pool below. There are statues of lions with good posture. Everything faces north, quietly shivers against the breeze. Standing on my roof, this poem yells Cannonball. Splash splash splash.

Gregory Sherl, “Poem as Happy Hour” (via invinculis)