January 2011
19 posts
prettystuff:
“for whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it’s always ourselves we find in the sea”
e.e. cummings
“creative work always reaches deep into our intuitive and unconscious minds and...”
– ken robinson, the element
“swearing is a really important part of one’s life. it would be impossible to...”
– stephen fry | via darcibastiaan
(via texturism)
“One of the fascinations of a large city is the immense variety of human...”
– Peter L. Berger (via corygibbons)
“It’s not who you are that holds you back, it’s who you think...”
– unknown
SNOW PIECE
Think that snow is falling.
Think that snow is falling everywhere
all the time.
When you talk with a person, think
that snow is falling between you and
on the person.
Stop conversing when you think the
person is covered in snow.
1963 summer, Yoko Ono
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
Robert Frost, “Nothing Gold Can Stay”
“It works if you work it.”
– Chelsea Handler
“I feel very lucky to get to have part of my day leading a visual life.”
– Scott Schuman, The Sartorialist
“The greatest thing by far is to be a master of metaphor. It is the one thing...”
– From Aristotle’s De Poetica. via Lapidarium (via dayofthedreamweavers)
“Inside the light your soul makes its circle, refining itself to extinction, or...”
– Neruda
“The human mind delights in finding pattern—so much so that we often mistake...”
– Stephen Jay Gould
“Opening Safari is an actively destructive decision. I am asking that...”
– Alice Gregory
“Our home is our greatest mirror. People can hide behind their clothes, but their...”
– michael mundy (via tossturn)
“Lost places are sites for the soul’s instruction.”
– Jane Hirschfield
“So the sea journey goes on, and who knows where. Just to be held by the ocean is...”
– Rumi
“The air of Hawaii breathes warm on the skin; when it blows, I seem to turn into...”
– Maxine Hong Kingston
JANUARY FIRST
The year’s doors open like those of language toward the unknown. Last night you told me: tomorrow we shall have to think up signs, sketch a landscape, fabricate a plan on the double page of day and paper. Tomorrow, we shall have to invent, once more, the reality of this world. I opened my eyes late For a second of a second I felt what the Aztec...
