May 2013
“The singing wilderness has to do with the calling of the loons, northern lights,...”
– (via anaesthesia4aesthetes)
“I’m a coward when it comes to matters of the heart. That is my fatal flaw.”
– Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via thethinkeroftenderthoughts)
“Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as...”
– Brian Eno (via jessiethatcher)
mythologyofblue:
I write only of interior landscapes, and the majority of people don’t see those: they see almost nothing that is “inside.” Because they always think that if something is internal, it’s obscure, and therefore they don’t see anything…
-Thomas Bernhard, (Interview, 1981) (via weltinnenraum)
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“My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn’t that enough for a whole lifetime?”
– Fyodor Dostoevsky (via likeafieldmouse)
“We know now that a text is not a line of words releasing a single ‘theological’...”
– Roland Barthes, “The Death of the Author” (via heteroglossia)
mythologyofblue:
Island where all becomes clear.
-Wislawa Szymborska, “Utopia”
(via wonderfulambiguity)
“Above the green plateau there is always grief,
which, inspired, becomes the...”
– Gary J. Whitehead, from “Ararat” (via proustitute)
“So much that can neither be written nor kept inside!”
– Tomas Tranströmer’s cry into the Nordic night + (via mythologyofblue)
“But remembering those moments, I still stand in ecstasy, inhaling through the...”
– Marcel Proust (via iloverainandcoffee)
“I finally figured out that I’m solitary by nature, but at the same time I know...”
– Charles de Lint, Memory and Dream (via larmoyante)
“All I ever wanted was a world without maps.”
– Michael Ondaatje (via flentes)
christinasanantonio:
“It was the time of year, the time of day, for a small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things. Dusk, silence, iron chill. Something lonely in the bone.”
—Don DeLillo, from White Noise (Viking, 1985)
“In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I...”
– Mark Strand, “Keeping Things Whole” (via arpeggia)
