Journal of a Nobody

The commonplace book of a teacher, counselor, and poet. “These fragments I have shored against my ruins.” --T.S. Eliot

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“You can know yourself, if you bring up those cloudy canvases from your dreams, today, this day, when you walk awake, open-eyed. Memory is valuable for one thing, astonishing: it brings dreams back.”

— Antonio Machado, “28” originally from Times Alone, Passageways in the House, and Other Poems, in Times Alone: Selected Poems of Antonio Machado, trans. by Robert Bly (Wesleyan University Press, 1983)

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Wolfsheim - The Sparrows And The Nightingales (long version)

[shisasan]

How strange. All this is like a dream.

Jorge Luis Borges, The Encounter

originally published 1969

[mariaangels]

Olja Radmanovic

[rantsofmezmerize-deactivated201]

[vitamin-sea-mia]

Just watch the sunset

and listen to the wind,

in peaceful silence.

hear the voice within

…

Take this moment,

it’s all that i can give.

A tearless farewell as 

my last gift.

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Nice GIF, not crazy about the music, though.

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Haiku

the sky bends closer

to meet me on my balcony,

its tears on my face

-- Michael Boiano

[itarillee]

© Estelle Hissler

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From the wind,

from the sky,

from the water,

the birds and my love

[absinthundrosen]

[djesika30]

.. it takes courage to get up every time …

[yama-bato]

Rene Groebli

More : http://renegroebli.com/

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“‘Someday,’ she whispered.”

— Lynne Ewing, from The Secret Scroll (via the-final-sentence)

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Dolores O'Riordan - Go your own way (Live on Europe2)

[shisasan]

I have no poems in me.

September 25th, 1968 Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters First published: 1977

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Not today. Not this week.

I've got two books ready to go: one is a beautiful German translation of my last book, the other a collection of new and selected poems. But I haven't got the funds to deal with a POD publisher so I can at least get them on Amazon and into people's hands. Had a friend, a lover of beauty he claimed, who'd promised to support these, but for reasons I won't disclose, flaked off. And here I am.

I guess I will toss them into a drawer and leave them to whomever may find them when I'm gone (probably the local paper scavenger who picks through the bins hunting for paper to sell by the pound to recyclers).

[ronniedearest]

“…the peril, the unspeakable peril, in the everyday.”

— Joan Didion (Play It As It Lays)

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Marais - Le badinage

[phelin]

“I do, I undo, I redo”

— Louise Bourgeois