monachopsis

when I am silent I have thunder inside

[rumineely]

[arturpastor]

Série “ As Crianças na obra de Artur Pastor”. Póvoa de Varzim, décadas de 50/60.

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“But I know about suffering; if that helps. I know that it ends. I ain’t going to tell you no lies, like it always ends for the better. Sometimes it ends for the worse. You can suffer so bad that you can be driven to a place where you can’t ever suffer again: and that’s worse.”

— If Beale Street Could Talk, James Baldwin (via decreation)

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“Love is as strong as death, as deep as the grave.”

— Go Tell it on the Mountain by James Baldwin

[waltwhitmcn]

“I keep remembering — I keep remembering. My heart has no pity on me.”

— Henri Barbusse, from The Inferno (Boni and Liveright, 1918)

[acornfaerie]

Bibury Cottage

[lsseymiyake]

[antigonick]

“Then suddenly you’re left all alone with your body that can’t love you and your will that can’t save you.”

—

Rainer Maria Rilke, excerpt of “To the Younger Brother [An den jungen Bruder]”, in The Book of Hours (trans. by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)

Source—Und plötzlich bist du ganz allein gelassen mit deinen Händen, die dich hassen— und wenn dein Wille nicht ein Wunder tut:

[antigonick]

“Come back often and take hold of me, beloved feeling come back and take hold of me, when the memory of the body reawakens, and old longing once more passes through the blood; when the lips and skin remember, and the hands feel like they’re touching once again. Come back often and take hold of me at night, when the lips and skin remember …”

— C. P. Cavafy, “Come Back”, trans. by David Mendelsohn in Complete Poems

[metaphorformetaphor]

“Nothing more can be done. There’s only one time, only one death, a few obsessions, a few nights of love, a few kisses, a few streets that lead outside ourselves, a few poems. […] Everything was already on its way. […] From then to here. It was the first day of summer. Silence filled our thoughts. Everything was here, unique and lost, ours and far from us, burning. Everything asked us to wait for it, to return to its true name.”

— Milo De Angelis, from “We Will See Sunday,” Theme of Farewell and After-Poems (University of Chicago Press , 2013)

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“at the woods’ dense edge / shadows listen to lone dove / translate loneliness”

— Greg Sellers, haiku journal entry, 8 March 2021

[allthingseurope]

Hampstead, London (by Richard)

[inartchive]

[la-nero-maestro]

Visit Original Link

[la-nero-maestro]

“Chopin has written two wonderful mazurkas which are worth more than forty novels and are more eloquent than the entire century’s literature.” - Composer Hector Berlioz

[roohfully]

“Sun-whipped seas, spices and fragrant trees,”

— Amy Lowell, from Poems; “Twenty-Four Hokku on a Modern Theme,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[mesogeios]

“Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.”

— Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad

[fleurs-du-bien]