here is the deepest secret nobody knows

[oldwinesoul]

And only into your soul, darling, do I want to pilgrimage, deep, deep inside, where it becomes a temple. And there I want to raise my longing,

// Rainer Maria Rilke, from a diary entry featured in Diaries of a Young Poet

[xanaxfarts]

Assortment of whimsy window grates

[feuillesmortes]

From the script of Hiroshima Mon Amour (1959) by Marguerite Duras; Dir. Alain Resnais (translated by Richard Seaver)

[anodyne-ephemera-deactivated202]

[seaymph]

1. One of several water nymph statues in York House Gardens Twickenham along side the River Thames and near the Dial House Riverside.

2. Nymph of the Grot at Stourhead. Modelled on a figure of Ariadne in the Vatican gardens.

[philosophybits]

“My thoughts are tired. I am not seeing things freshly, but rather in a pedestrian, lifeless way. It is as if a flame had gone out and I must wait until it starts to burn again by itself.”

— Ludwig Wittgenstein, Nachlass, MS 102 (13 January 1915)

[89words]

“Often at night I lie awake— The world is an ache—”

— Hermann Hesse, from Crisis: Pages from a Diary; “The Poet,”

[tragediambulante]

Morpheus, Jean Antoine Houdon, 1777

[metamorphesque]

— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

[dnncklr]

Untitled - 2017

[thatsbutterbaby]

Merab Abramishvili - Pomegranate, 2003.   Tempera on plywood, 215x110cm.  

[metamorphesque]

on winter and longing

Sarah Kay, Natalie Diaz, Craig Keenan, Clarice Lispector, Mahmoud Darwish, Brittany Cossette, Franz Kafka, Edvard Munch, Richard Siken, Haruki Murakami, Holly Warburton, Mahmoud Darwish

buy me a coffee

[digitised-celluloid]

Le Beau Mariage. Dir. Éric Rohmer. 1982.

[twirld]

Falling Star (detail, 1884) Witold Pruszkowski

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

[flowerytale]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[stlowens]

Mary Oliver, from “Marengo.” [ID in alt text]

[dailykafka]

- October 7, 1915

- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923

[ID: Insoluble problem: Am I broken? Am I in decline? Almost all the signs speak for it (coldness, apathy, state of my nerves, distractedness, incompetence on the job, headaches, insomnia); almost nothing but hope speaks against it. End ID]