the limitless beauty

[mournfulroses]

Sarojini Patayat, from a poem titled “Cool Silver December Moon,” written c. 2013

[mvxxi]

[bostonpoetryslam]

“For a time it is important to let the work be strange to you and to not know everything and all. You can’t know everything and all, and I believe in letting things be mysterious.”

— Aracelis Girmay’s advice on revising poems, as told to Dana Isokawa for Poets & Writers

[inspirinq]

[soracities]

Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (trans. Michael Henry Heim)

[soracities]

“She becomes a stranger and acts herself, opens what is shut, shuts what is open.”

— Ilya Kaminsky, from ‘My Mother’s Tango’, Dancing in Odessa

[soracities]

“It’s so hard to speak and say things that cannot be said. It’s so silent.”

— Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

[soracities]

“a strange sort of dimly radiant night, the sort of night that there is only in dreams…”

— John Banville, The Sea

[heaveninawildflower]

[orphic-mysteries]

Castle Ashby

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[soracities]

Sujata Bhatt, from “Truth is Mute″, Poppies in Translation

[Text ID: “she only dreamt of the sea night after night–   algae and seaweed.”]

[infiniety]

Instagram: @romwe

[just-another-architect]

Sometimes.

[pglang]

[sleepydrummer]

T H E   A R T   O F   R E A D I N G crédit: Casson

[ypamola]

[merde-petit-maitre]

Photography

[mariokroes]