Life's Little Snapshots

splashes of colour. dashes of curious. that undeniable yearn to wander.

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February Bibliosaurus Challenge | Day 5 | Currently Reading

“I bet you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe in someone’s hand.”

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~ Anna Akhmatova, from “Willow”, translated by A. S. Kline

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a window over culture (by maluni)

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The woman who churned a man’s blood as she leaned all alone on a fence by a country road might not expect even to catch his eye in the City. But if she is clipping quickly down the big-city street in heels, swinging her purse, or sitting on a stoop with a cool beer in her hand, dangling her shoe from the toes of her foot, the man, reacting to her posture, to soft skin on stone, the weight of the building stressing the delicate, dangling shoe, is captured. And he’d think it was the woman he wanted, and not some combination of curved stone, and a swinging, high-heeled shoe moving in and out of the sunlight. He would know right away the deception, the trick of shapes and light and movement, but it wouldn’t matter at all because the deception was part of it too.

Jazz, Toni Morrison. (via the-library-and-step-on-it)

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“It’s awful to think that I shall probably never, as long as I live, see you dancing like that again all by yourself.”

“I know very few young people, but it seems to me that they are all possessed with an almost fatal hunger for permanence.” 

 -Evelyn Waugh, Vile Bodies

The novel that made me laugh out loud and feel infinitely sad at the same time.

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"is art important to you?"

how do I explain that it's how I understand the world?

I see

        the fluttering melodies around me

                flowing through my veins

        past every      i n h a l e

            into every pore

                            entering my very essence

           intertwining itself with my soul

                with me

hear

        the colourful brush strokes of paint

feel

        the gentle caress of a soulful harmony

breathe

        the flow of my body as I launch it through the world

                  dancing as though

                  I was the movement

                                            the dance

                  I, my body, and the air, the movements,

                          were     one.

it soothes

       comforts

reaffirms my life

my soul

my existence

me

Yes, art is important to me.

How else would I know I were alive?