- Void Meditatum -

Imagery and sounds from the void. a·tem·po·ral

[masterofthemountain]

Auguste Rodin, Icarus.

[derangedrhythms]

There may be a great fire in your soul, but no one ever comes to warm himself by it, all that passers-by can see is a little smoke coming out of the chimney and they walk on. 

Vincent van Gogh, from ‘The Letters of Vincent van Gogh’ ⁠— Theo van Gogh - July 1880, tr. Arnold Pomerans

[smokefalls]

It may well seem to you that the sun is shining more brightly and that everything has taken on a new charm. That, at any rate, is the inevitable consequence of true love, I believe, and it is a wonderful thing. And I also believe that those who hold that no one thinks clearly when in love are wrong, for it is at just that time that one thinks very clearly indeed and is more energetic than one was before. And love is something eternal, it may change in aspect but not in essence. And there is the same difference between someone who is in love and what he was like before as there is between a lamp that is lit and one that is not. The lamp was there all the time and it was a good lamp, but now it is giving light as well and that is its true function. And one has more peace of mind about many things and so is more likely to do better work.

Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh, c. 21–28 March 1883 from The Letters of Vincent van Gogh (translated by Arnold Pomerans)

[seemoreandmore]

“turadh”

— (noun) A beautiful Scottish word, turadh is defined as a break in the clouds between rain showers.

[seemoreandmore]

“Love permeates everything, the world is saturated with it, or is emptied of it. Always this beautiful or this bereft.”

-— Anne Michaels, from The Winter Vault

[seemoreandmore]

The planet does not need more successful people. But it does desperately need more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers, and lovers of every kind. It needs people who live well in their places, people of moral courage willing to join the fight to make the world habitable and humane. And this has little to do with success as we have defined it.

—David Orr, ecologist

[ducissatenebrarum]

Emblemata pro toga et sago, c. 1690 by Bruck, Jacobus

"By use, different insects are tested in different ways:

One gathers poison, another gathers honey.

As each one’s spirit is, so does it act - and thus

The same thing can serve different uses and meanings."

[mournfulroses]

Alfred de Musset, from a translated letter to George Sand, featured in «Ô mon George, ma belle maîtresse...»: Lettres

[conkerart]

©conkerart

[theinternetarchive]

'death and the maiden,' drypoint, edvard munch, 1894.

[smokefalls]

También la verdad es un puente desde la luz a lo / oscuro, desde lo lleno al vacío, derrotas cada vez más / complejas, como heridas sobre heridas, como si la vida / fuera alcanzando la muerte.

María Negroni, "Carta a mí misma" de El viaje de la noche ["Letter to Myself" from Night Journey]

[English translation by Anne Twitty:

Truth too is a bridge from light to darkness, fullness to / emptiness, more and more complex defeats, like / wounds upon wounds, as if life were catching up with / death.]

[weltenwellen]

Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us

[weltenwellen]

Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us

[89words]

“I poured every sun upon you and every night and every silence and every longing,”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, from The Complete Works: “Thus Spoke Zarathustra,”

[toiich]

Consolation (1894) — Edvard Munch

[quotespile]

“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up.”

— Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum

[lamignonette]