[365filmsbyauroranocte]

As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty (Jonas Mekas, 2000)

[recaption]

[soracities]

what frank o’hara said: “i’ve loved too little and i’m tired of running”

[unchildhood]

ANN LAUTERBACH x NIGHTCORP

“Eclipse with Object”, And For Example (1994);

untitled photos/edits by @nightcorp, published 14 July 2019

[windflowerfairy]

Entering the Kingdom by Mary Oliver

[women-loving-art]

“I thought the earth remembered me, / she took me back so tenderly,”

— Mary Oliver, from Sleeping In The Forest

[thelovejournals]

“Understand, I’ll slip quietly away from the noisy crowd when I see the pale stars rising, blooming, over the oaks. I’ll pursue solitary pathways through the pale twilit meadows, with only this one dream: You come too.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke

[teacup13-deactivated20200319]

the sun sacrifices itself

every day just to be held

in your eyes again, love

dissolves in the names

that escape rain, but I just

wanted to be your soft

place to land, I can almost

taste the silence between

us & though the only thing I'll

ever pray for is you, sometimes

loving you hurts more than

missing you

[apoemaday]

Softest of Mornings

by Mary Oliver

Softest of mornings, hello. And what will you do today, I wonder, to my heart? And how much honey can the heart stand, I wonder, before it must break? This is trivial, or nothing: a snail climbing a trellis of leaves and the blue trumpets of flowers. No doubt clocks are ticking loudly all over the world. I don’t hear them. The snail’s pale horns extend and wave this way and that as her fingers-body shuffles forward, leaving behind the silvery path of her slime. Oh, softest of mornings, how shall I break this? How shall I move away from the snail, and the flowers? How shall I go on, with my introspective and ambitious life?

[ophiraa]

“When Teresa of Avila was asked what she did in prayer, she replied, ‘I just allow myself to be loved.’”

— Anthony de Mello, Sadhana, a Way to God

[sjovris-deactivated20160916]

[existential-celestial]

I hope you’ve found true joy in your writings. I admire your courage, yet I am also saddened, because I realize that we’re different now—and so far apart.

José Rizal (1998)  dir. Marilou Diaz-Abaya

[two-solitudes-deactivated201810]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“She must fight against lethargy. It’s a strong desire – to sleep. To sleep and sleep. To sleep forever. She can’t live only in the present,”

— Margaret Atwood, from “The Year of the Flood,” published c. 2009

[soracities]

“But I was full of a silence I didn’t know how to break.”

— Waiting, Marya Hornbacher (via salemwitchtrials)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“…the wells of love in your eyes and the sweet tide of your breath,”

— Maurice Hewlett, from Helen Redeemed & Other Poems; “Daughter of Earth,”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“The sea, which I loved as though it should cleanse me of a stain,”

— Arthur Rimbaud, from Selected Poems & Prose; “The Alchemy Of Words,”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Even in a dark, black wood, I love the storm, the abundant rain, the cold, the ice and the snow; winter has for me an eloquent language and attracts me, charms me, has always given me deep delight.”

— Odilon Redon, tr. by John Ashbery, from Selected Translations; “To Oneself,”