gloomy sunday

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow

Percy Bysshe Shelley, from “To —-,” Shelley’s Poetry and Prose (W. W. Norton & Co., 2002)

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

So hard to raise my eyes Over the rest of you So I looked at your feet They walked over the ground when you found me They’ll cover the same terrain When I lose you

Frank Stanford, from “Blue Yodel of Her Feet,” What About This: Collected Poems of Frank Stanford (Copper Canyon Press, 2015)

[antigonick]

Weeping too, perhaps, when you remember how he loved and yet wished to leave you: always both, at once.

Rainer Maria Rilke, excerpt of “Ariel (After reading Shakespeare’s Tempest) [Der Geist Ariel]”, from New Poems, trans. by Stephen Mitchell in The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke

Source—Aufweinend vielleicht auch  wenn man bedenkt wie’s einen liebte und fortwollte beides immer ganz in Einem.  

(via antigonick)

[flatteryourself]

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

Somewhere I had lost someone— so dear or so great or so fine that I never cared again: as if time dimmed, and color and sound were gone.

William Stafford, from “Looking Across the River,” The Darkness Around Us Is Deep: Selected Poems, ed. Robert Bly (HarperPerennial, 1993)

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

Eventually absence becomes a balm for forever.

Greg Sellers, journal entry, “Notes from Neruda’s Ghost,” 10 March 2020 (via memoryslandscape)

[carmen-photography]

Karen Blixens Plads (II), Copenhagen 2021

[pacinos]

AL PACINO The Godfather (1972) | dir. Francis Ford Coppola

[stevebuscemi]

Her (2013) dir. Spike Jonze

[jazbaaati]

John Berger, Will it be a Likeness? from The Shape of a Pocket

[uselessatheart]

“But in that moment I understood what they say about nostalgia, that no matter if you’re thinking of something good or bad, it always leaves you a little emptier afterward.”

— John Corey Whaley, Noggin

[heavenhillgirl]

Ennio Morricone wrote his own obituary.

“There is only one reason why I’m saying goodbye like this and I’m having a private funeral: I don’t want to bother anyone.”

[clinteastwood-blog]

Thank you for the music!

RIP Ennio Morricone 1928 - 2020

[cinyma]

Cinema Paradiso (1988)

[apoetreflects]

We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory. Like the images the photographer plunges into a golden bath, our sentiments take on color; and only then, after that recoil and that transfiguration, do we understand their real meaning and enjoy them in all their tranquil splendor.

—Georges Duhamel, from The Heart’s Domain (The Century Company, 1919)

[movie-gifs]

[martinvanger]

movie-gifs​:

Before Midnight (2013) dir. Richard Linklater

[operaqueen]

Julie Andrews on location in Salzburg, for the filming of The Sound of Music. 1965.