Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001
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Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001
Emily Bronte 's "Wuthering Heights" illustrated by Rovina Cai.
āVideodrome is deathā
Videodrome (1983) dir.Ā David Cronenberg
Marina Tsvetayeva
everything really is about communication...
Anne Carson, Eras of Yves Klein
blue, through kaye donachieās reminiscent paintings.
āIn my dreams I am kissing your mouth and youāre whispering āwhere have you been?ā I say, āIāve been lost but Iām here now. Youāre the only person who has ever been able to find me.āā
ā Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)
Rainer Maria Rilke in a letter to Lou Andreas-SalomƩ, published in Rilke and Andreas-SalomƩ: A Love Story in Letters
Henry Miller, from a letter to AnaĆÆs Nin, featured in āA Literate Passion: Letters of AnaĆÆs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953ā³
Werner Herzog directing and arranging kittens on Isabelle Adjaniās lap. (Nosferatu: Phantom der Nacht)
You die and die and die then live.
I think of the small white moths orbiting the garden.
Because they are beautiful, because they barely exist at all.
Virginia Konchan, āDeath Pastoralā in Verse Daily
La BĆŖte (1975) dir. Walerian Borowczyk
āLanguages are not algorithms of one another, you cannot match them item for item,ā she says, adding āwhat if [there is] a word that does not intend to be translatable.ā She calls this āa word that stops itself,ā and writes: āin the presence of a word that stops itself, in that silence, one has the feeling that something has passed us and kept going, that some possibility has got free.ā There it is again, that indescribable nearness, the sense of proximity to something words canāt identify.
ā In which she is Anne Carson, as writtenĀ here.
i donāt want any friends who are kind without really liking me and i donāt want anybody who is kind just so not to be unpleasantĀ