[altcomics]

[vedurnan-archive]

My longhouse is perfectly constructed. Every morning when I wake up in bed at the far end of my longhouse, I say my syllable. Then I spend all day sitting in bed. By sunset my syllable has traveled to the other end of my longhouse and back, and as it smacks me in the head, I fall asleep. My longhouse is perfectly constructed.

[vedurnan-archive]

[strawberryswitchblader]

[the-cricket-chirps]

Edvard Munch, The Dance of Life, 1899-1900

Edvard Munch, The Wedding of the Bohemian, 1925

[edwordsmyth]

Søren Kierkegaard

[flowerytale]

Nick Cave, The Sick Bag Song

[spookyweaselbones]

[1rose2auto3wreckin4]

Substack article

The classic advice is always true. Tune out the noise, turn off your phone, engage with your own life and your community. Draw something, write a story, sew some pants, literally anything is better than giving away your attention to the algorithm. Make something bad, practice, try again, show your friends, etc. The world will open up.

[onetwofeb]

[metamorphesque]

In Praise of Boredom, Joseph Brodsky

[ialwaysbelieve]

[a-h-mad-hish]

“Love all God’s creation, both the whole and every grain of sand. Love every leaf, every ray of light. Love the animals, love the plants, love each separate thing. If thou love each thing thou wilt perceive the mystery of God in all; and when once thou perceive this, thou wilt thenceforward grow every day to a fuller understanding of it: until thou come at last to love the whole world with a love that will then be all-embracing and universal.”

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

[lennguine]

float

[existential-celestial]

“Dear March — Come in — How glad I am — I hoped for you before — Put down your Hat — You must have walked — How out of Breath you are — Dear March, how are you, and the Rest — Did you leave Nature well — Oh March, Come right upstairs with me — I have so much to tell —”

— Emily Dickinson, from “Dear March—Come in —”

[lunchboxpoems]

To Learn

“The best thing for being sad,” replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, “is to learn something. That’s the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then — to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing for you. Look what a lot of things there are to learn.”

TH WHITE “The Once and Future King”

[dailyclassicart]

Eyvind Earle - "Path in the Snow"

[luckism]

A Franciscan monk taking a break from tending to the fields to pet a cat (2004)

Captured by photographer Steve McCurry at the Sanctuary of Santa Maria della Foresta in Rieti, Italy.