December 2011
3 posts
A change in language can transform our apprehension of the cosmos.
– Benjamin Lee Whorf (via inthenoosphere)
theinfinitegeneration:
sometimes while walking down the street i think the phrase “hurl myself forward,” as though it would make me go faster.
July 2011
5 posts
September 2010
1 post
August 2010
5 posts
standing on the bare ground, — my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted...
– ralph waldo emerson, nature ch.1 (1836) (via nosex) (via fuckyeahtranscendentalism)
When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don’t seem to matter very...
– Virginia Woolf (via bunnymitford)
July 2010
23 posts
Nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense...
– E.E. Cummings (via scout) (via meaghano) (via neverneverland) (via leprintemps)
PLANETARIUM, Adrienne Rich (The Will to Change)
leprintemps:rememo:
What we see, we see and seeing is changing the light that shrivels a mountain and leaves a man alive Heartbeat of the pulsar heart sweating through my body The radio impulse pouring in from Taurus I am bombarded yet I stand I have been standing all my life in the direct path of a battery of signals the most accurately transmitted most untranslatable language of the...
A ghost in daylight on a crowded street.
– Junkie, William S. Burroughs (via milktrees)
Don’t touch me, I’ll die if you touch me.
– Humbert, Lolita (1997) knockturn (via milktrees)
No art is possible without a dance with death, he wrote.
– Slaughterhouse-Five (via forlorn)
I myself am hell.
– Robert Lowell (via nostalgicdreams) (via suicideunderground) (via milktrees) (via delicatelybruised)
No need of a mouth: the words are everywhere, inside me, outside me. (Well,...
– Samuel Beckett, The Unnamable (1953) (via etctatic) (via invisiblestories)
This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world,...
– the diaries of Franz Kafka (via bunnymitford)
So which is the lie? Hard or soft? Silence or time? The lie is that it’s one or...
– David Foster Wallace, Forever Overhead (via symptoms)
You
wanted to explode out of
what was holding you.
– Charles Bukowski (via bunnymitford)
June 2010
1 post
February 2010
2 posts
touba:
History adds that before or after his death he found himself facing God and said: I, who have been so many men in vain, want to be one man, myself alone. From out of a whirlwind the voice of God replied: I am not, either. I dreamed the world the way you dreamed your work, my Shakespeare: one of the forms of my dream was you, who, like me, are many and no one.
Jorge Luis Borges,...
December 2009
2 posts
November 2009
1 post
October 2009
1 post
September 2009
35 posts
everything drifts,
always in waves.
– kurt halsey (via starlightandpoison) (via fuckyeahkurthalsey)
Admonition
fuckyeahsylviaplath:
If you dissect a bird To diagram the tongue You’ll cut the chord Articulating song.
If you flay a beast To marvel at the mane You’ll wreck the rest From which the fur began.
If you pluck out the heart To find what makes it move, You’ll halt the clock That syncopates our love.