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perfectfood: jajka faszerowane - Szukaj w Google on We Heart It...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 22:45:22 -0400

perfectfood:

jajka faszerowane - Szukaj w Google on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/65150518/via/lavieenroute
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edgarwhitmanwilde: lohrien: Paintings by Leonid Afremov Oh My...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 21:38:21 -0400

edgarwhitmanwilde:

lohrien:

Paintings by Leonid Afremov

Oh My Gosh…the colours…the colours…..beautiful….:) Edgar

"Probably the most dangerous thing about an academic education—least in my own case—is that it..."

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 09:15:22 -0400

“

Probably the most dangerous thing about an academic education—least in my own case—is that it enables my tendency to over-intellectualize stuff, to get lost in abstract argument inside my head, instead of simply paying attention to what is going on right in front of me, paying attention to what is going on inside me.

As I’m sure you guys know by now, it is extremely difficult to stay alert and attentive, instead of getting hypnotised by the constant monologue inside your own head (may be happening right now). Twenty years after my own graduation, I have come gradually to understand that the liberal arts cliché about teaching you how to think is actually shorthand for a much deeper, more serious idea: learning how to think really means learning how to exercise some control over how and what you think. It means being conscious and aware enough to choose what you pay attention to and to choose how you construct meaning from experience. Because if you cannot exercise this kind of choice in adult life, you will be totally hosed. Think of the old cliché about “the mind being an excellent servant but a terrible master”.

”

- David Foster Wallace, This Is Water: Some Thoughts, Delivered on a Significant Occasion, about Living a Compassionate Life

(via absurdlakefront)

"Becoming an artist does not merely mean learning something, acquiring professional techniques and..."

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 09:09:18 -0400

““Becoming an artist does not merely mean learning something, acquiring professional techniques and methods. Indeed, as someone has said, in order to write well you have to forget about grammar. Though, of course, in order to forget it you have first to know it.””

- Andrei Tarkovsky Sculpting in Time (via shebronix)

Poem Swap: I Keep Trying to Leave but the Sex Just Gets Better and Better

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 00:01:58 -0400

Poem Swap: I Keep Trying to Leave but the Sex Just Gets Better and Better:

poemswap:

This is not what the door’s for—slamming
you up against, opening
your legs with my knee. And it isn’t
leaving, the thing I keep doing
with my shoes still on, or in the car
in the driveway in broad
daylight after waving
goodbye to your neighbors
again. But my body’s a bad
dog, all dumb tongue
and…

"We may know that the work we continue to put off doing will be bad. Worse, however, is the work we..."

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 23:53:48 -0400

“We may know that the work we continue to put off doing will be bad. Worse, however, is the work we never do. A work that’s finished is at least finished. It may be poor, but it exists, like the miserable plant in the lone flowerpot of my neighbour who’s crippled. That plant is her happiness, and sometimes it’s even mine. What I write, bad as it is, may provide some hurt or sad soul a few moments of distraction from something worse. That’s enough for me, or it isn’t enough, but it serves some purpose, and so it is with all of life.”

- Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet. (via ontheborderland)

"Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s..."

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 09:03:25 -0400

“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”

- Oscar Wilde (via seabois)

heisasillyboy: Oh my god the watermelon though

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 10:17:59 -0400

heisasillyboy:

Oh my god the watermelon though

mebutpoemy: hermionejg: fishingboatproceeds: other-wordly: pr...

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 09:54:24 -0400

mebutpoemy:

hermionejg:

fishingboatproceeds:

other-wordly:

pronunciation | ‘bal-ter

Oh that’s what it’s called when music causes me to move.

I’m always too embarassed to call my “dancing” dancing. It is in fact baltering. perfect!

mebutpoemy: Magical Floating Bubble Prompt #2

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 09:46:47 -0400

mebutpoemy:

Magical Floating Bubble Prompt #2

"You remember too much, my mother said to me recently. Why hold onto all that? And I said, Where can..."

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 10:36:10 -0400

“You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.

Why hold onto all that? And I said,
Where can I put it down?”

- Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via themilkywhiteway)

A Poet Reflects: I like to see the individual verses spread on the otherwise blank...

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 10:33:57 -0400

A Poet Reflects: I like to see the individual verses spread on the otherwise blank...:

apoetreflects:

I like to see the individual verses
spread on the otherwise blank sheet of paper
like lines of black cocaine. Unfinished,
unincorporated into something anyone is ever going
to see:
they are mine, to deny their existence
and share with no one, as I please. They fill me
with joy while they’re…

"They talk nonsense and worship their own nonsense."

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 10:32:17 -0400

“They talk nonsense and worship their own nonsense.”

- Fyodor Dostoevsky, from Crime And Punishment (via violentwavesofemotion)

Photo

Mon, 10 Jun 2013 23:09:33 -0400

tsuru-aesthetic: Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How...

Mon, 10 Jun 2013 14:46:50 -0400

tsuru-aesthetic:

Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire

"A university is what a college becomes when the faculty loses interest in students."

Mon, 10 Jun 2013 14:45:47 -0400

““A university is what a college becomes when the faculty loses interest in students.””

- John Anthony Ciardi (via quotedojo)

"A poem is never finished, only abandoned."

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 23:01:14 -0400

“A poem is never finished, only abandoned.”

- Paul Valery
French critic & poet (1871 - 1945)

"Ballad Written For A Bridegroom” by Francois Villon (translated by Algernon Charles Swinburne) At..."

Thu, 06 Jun 2013 23:28:46 -0400

“

Ballad Written For A Bridegroom” by Francois Villon
(translated by Algernon Charles Swinburne)

At daybreak, when the falcon claps his wings,
No whit for grief, but noble heart and high,
With loud glad noise he stirs himself and springs,
And takes his meat and toward his lure draws nigh;
Such good I wish you! Yea, and heartily
I am fired with hope of true love’s meed to get;
Know that Love writes it in his book; for why,
This is the end for which we twain are met.

Mine own heart’s lady with no gainsayings
You shall be always wholly till I die;
And in my fight against all bitter things
Sweet laurel with fresh rose its force shall try;
Seeing reason wills not that I cast love by
(Nor here with reason shall I chide or fret)
Nor cease to serve, but serve more constantly;
This is the end for which we twain are met.

And, which is more, when grief about me clings
Through Fortune’s fit or fume of jealousy,
Your sweet kind eye beats down her threatenings
As wind doth smoke; such power sits in your eye.
Thus in your field my seed of harvestry
Thrives, for the fruit is like me that I set;
God bids me tend it with good husbandry;
This is the end for which we twain are met.

Princess, give ear to this my summary;
That heart of mine your heart’s love should forget
Shall never be: like trust in you put I:
This is the end for which we twain are met.

”

- (via wetwainaremeant90)

saturnrising: What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou lov’st well shall not be...

Thu, 06 Jun 2013 23:22:15 -0400

saturnrising:

What thou lovest well remains,

the rest is dross

What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee

What thou lov’st well is thy true heritage

—Canto LXXXI (via gypsji)

"If Not for the Cat If not for the cat, And the scarcity of cheese, I could be content."

Thu, 06 Jun 2013 23:03:58 -0400

“If Not for the Cat

If not for the cat,
And the scarcity of cheese,
I could be content.”

- If not for the cat by Jack Prelutsky (via words-in-lines)