Text 2 Sep 68 notes Why I Write

mikefrawley:

Because I’m too old to be sexy any other way  :)

Photo 2 Sep 26 notes aneleh:

my Art: two halfs
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the great poems of our elders in many tongues we struggled to comprehend who are now content with mystery simple and profound you in the night your breath your body orbit of time and the moment you Phosphorus and Hesper a dark circle of fertility so bloodthirsty for us you in the world the night breathing asleep and alive.
Hayden Carruth

aneleh:

my Art: two halfs

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the great poems of our elders in many tongues we struggled to comprehend who are now content with mystery simple and profound you in the night your breath your body orbit of time and the moment you Phosphorus and Hesper a dark circle of fertility so bloodthirsty for us you in the world the night breathing asleep and alive.

Hayden Carruth

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Quote 2 Sep 258 notes
In the hollows of quiet places
we may meet,
the quiet places where is neither
moon nor sun,
but only the light of amber and
pale gold
that comes from the Hills of
the Heart.
— Fiona MacLeod, epigraph to “Tír na Sorcha: The Radiance of the Celtic Otherworld”by Mara Freeman, in Parabola (vol. 26, no. 2, Summer 2001)

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Text 2 Sep 31 notes

aneleh:

“In the dark times
Will there also be singing?
Yes, there will also be singing.
About the dark times.”

Bertolt Brecht

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Link 2 Sep 39 notes Catch and release protocol»

mason-rhett-ford:

Hypnotic expanses of woodlands and rivers
twisting in-about grand bends and soft sanded embankments,
big fish,
salmon and trout
long out of season
caught between fright and the dwindling
moons light.
People too eager to leave behind what they know
only too well, become a pastiche of…

Video 2 Sep 15 notes

aneleh:

artist: aneleh

same same but different

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Photo 2 Sep 84 notes primitivesouls:

"Longing For You"
© Renee Hohler /primitivesouls All Rights Reserved

primitivesouls:

"Longing For You"

© Renee Hohler /primitivesouls
All Rights Reserved

Video 2 Sep 10 notes

photography: aneleh

"September fattens on vines. 
Roses flake from the wall. 
The smoke of harmless fires drifts to my eyes.
This is plenty. This is more than enough.”
- Geoffrey Hill, September Song  

Quote 2 Sep 81 notes
Today a hawk
flew next to the car before darting out
across the fields. I thought it was you. Each
word, each gesture, is a feather for our wings. Later,
I ran down that mountain and landed in your name.
— Richard Jackson, closing lines to “Letter from Slovenia,” Out of Place: Poems (The Ashland Poetry Press, 2014)
Text 2 Sep 80 notes

metaphorformetaphor:

Oh the sweetness of flowers in memory of caresses
And the fiery lava flowing
Slowly from your eyes
Slowly into my veins
A visage in the crowd
Among so many others multiplied by our looks
You who could have been another
And who cancels green wood memories
In my burned out autumn

Fatéma Chahid, “Escape,” translated from the French by Hafsa Bekri-Lamrani, Prague Writers’ Festival (2014)

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Photo 2 Sep 11 notes Antonio Nunziante, 1956 | Metaphysical art

Antonio Nunziante, 1956 | Metaphysical art

Photo 2 Sep 19 notes tutidas:

Title: Mont Saint Michel Artist: florentcriquet ( http://ift.tt/W2IRrE )

tutidas:

Title: Mont Saint Michel
Artist: florentcriquet ( http://ift.tt/W2IRrE )

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