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“And it also means something to talk of ‘living in the pages of a book.’”

Ludwig Wittgenstein

"When it hurts we return to the banks of certain rivers." Czesław Miłosz, from I Sleep A Lot "Not seeing rivers is also another way of dying." Etel Adnan, from Sea and Fog

#czeslaw milosz #etel adnan #Czesław Miłosz

Žydėjimas, Blossom (1974–1984) by Romualdas Rakauskas

#romualdas rakauskas

"I wanted to speak at length about the happiness of my body and the delight of my mind for it was April, a night, a full moon and—

but something in myself or maybe from somewhere other said: not too many words, please, in the muddy shallows the

frogs are singing." Mary Oliver, April

#mary oliver

"But maybe the wind is supposed To blow right through you; Maybe you’re a tree in winter And your poem translates That cold wind into song." Gregory Orr

#gregory orr #untitled

"Even now, when the plot calls for me to turn to stone, the sun intervenes. Some mornings in summer I step outside and the sky opens and pours itself into me as if I were a saint about to die. But the plot calls for me to live, be ordinary, say nothing to anyone. Inside the house the mirrors burn when I pass." Lisel Mueller, There Are Mornings

#lisel mueller

Henry Albert Payne, The End of the Day (1938)

#henry albert payne

"All voices should be read as the river's mutterings." Alice Oswald, Dart

#poetry #river #alice oswald

"early fall exists; aftertaste, afterthought; seclusion and angels exist; widows and elk exist; every detail exists; memory, memory’s light; afterglow exists; oaks, elms, junipers, sameness, loneliness exist; eider duck, spiders, and vinegar exist, and the future, the future" Inger Christensen, from "Alphabet" (trans. Susanna Nied)

#inger christensen

"We go on. I don’t know how sometimes. For a living, I listen eight hours a day to the voices of the anxious and the sad. I watch their beautiful faces

for some sign that life is more than disaster— it is always there, the spirit behind the suffering, the small light that gathers the soul and holds it

beyond the sacrifices of the body. Necessary light. I bend toward it and blow gently." Patricia Fargnoli, from Roofmen

#Patricia Fargnoli

“In England Have My Bones White wrote one of the saddest sentences I have ever read: ‘Falling in love is a desolating experience, but not when it is with a countryside.’ He could not imagine a human love returned. He had to displace his desires onto the landscape, that great, blank green field that cannot love you back, but cannot hurt you either.” Helen Macdonald, H is for Hawk

#helen macdonald

Semjon Prosjak

#semjon prosjak

“Method for understanding images, symbols, etc. Not to try to interpret them, but to look at them till the light suddenly dawns. Generally speaking, a method for the exercise of the intelligence, which consists of looking.” Simone Weil, Attention and Will “When we first begin to believe anything, what we believe is not a single proposition, it is a whole system of propositions. (Light dawns gradually over the whole.)” Ludwig Wittgenstein, On Certainty

#simone weil #ludwig wittgenstein

"The world cannot be translated; It can only be dreamed of and touched." Dejan Stojanovic, The Creator, “World II"

#dejan stojanovic

Edvard Munch, Summer Night by the Beach, 1902/03

#edvard munch

"I am writing to you from the end of the world. You must realize this. The trees often tremble. We collected the leaves. They have a ridiculous number of veins. But what for? There’s nothing between them and the trees any more, and we go off troubled. Could not life continue on earth without wind? Or must everything tremble, always, always?" Henri Michaux, from I Am Writing to You from a Far-off Country

#henri michaux

saints-who-never-existed

“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets.

Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”

–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.

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