In other wor(l)ds

[Some years ago, a child was asked
whether he liked radio or television best.] The boy
said radio, because the pictures were better.

Jack Gilbert, from “A Man in Black and White” (via the-final-sentence)

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6 days ago on May 29, 2012 at 08:24am

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via the-final-sentence

Sometimes life is hard. Things go wrong — and in life, and in love, and in business, and in friendship, and in health, and in all the other ways in which life can go wrong. And when things get tough, this is what you should do: Make good art. I’m serious. Husband runs off with a politician? Make good art. Leg crushed and then eaten by a mutated boa constrictor? Make good art. IRS on your trail? Make good art. Cat exploded? Make good art. Someone on the internet thinks what you’re doing is stupid, or evil, or it’s all been done before? Make good art.

Neil Gaiman

#neil gaiman

1 week ago on May 23, 2012 at 12:25pm

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apoetreflects:

Flying up, crossing over, going forward
Passing through, getting deep enough. Breaking
into, finding the way, leaving at the heart
and going beyond that. Finally realizing
that arriving is not the same as being resident.
That what we do is not what we are doing.
We go into the orchard for apples. But what
we carry back is the day among trees with odor,
coolness, dappled light and time.

—Jack Gilbert, opening lines to “Exceeding” from The Great Fires: Poems 1982-1992 (Alfred A. Knopf, 1995)

2 weeks ago on May 20, 2012 at 09:16am

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via apoetreflects

What is [the poet’s] function? Certainly it is not to lead people out of the confusion in which they find themselves. Nor is it, I think, to comfort them… I think that his function is to make his imagination theirs and that he fulfills himself only as he sees his imagination become the light in the minds of others. His role, in short, is to help people to live their lives.

Wallace Stevens, “The Noble Rider and the Sound of Words” (via leopoldgursky)

2 weeks ago on May 19, 2012 at 09:45am

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via leopoldgursky

Petrichor: the smell of rain on dry ground.

#words

2 weeks ago on May 15, 2012 at 04:03pm

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An involuntary need to smile is one of the best feelings available, no?

David Foster Wallace

#David foster Wallace

1 month ago on April 11, 2012 at 10:07am

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I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.

Frédéric Chopin (via the-village-green)

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2 months ago on March 20, 2012 at 08:53am

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via leadingtone

When they were invented
mouths were only supposed to be used in emergencies,

but we couldn’t resist,
which made god so mad

he ripped our ear in half,
and still we didn’t listen.

Jeffrey McDaniel (via yourperestroika)

2 months ago on March 16, 2012 at 06:20pm

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via theorthodoxheretic

I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech.

Jeffrey McDaniel (via distempered)

2 months ago on March 16, 2012 at 06:18pm

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via distempered

Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.