Unrepentant Joy

• 2012-01-22

  So many gods, so many creeds,

  So many paths that wind and wind,

  While just the art of being kind

  Is all the sad world needs.

        -Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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  trails of snails: Traveling | Stephen Dunn

  trailsofsnails:

  If you travel alone, hitchhiking,
  sleeping in woods,
  make a cathedral of the moonlight
  that reaches you, and lie down in it.
  Shake a box of nails
  at the night sounds
  for there is comfort in your own noise.
  And say out loud:
  somebody at sunrise be distraught
  for love of me,
  somebody at sunset call…

  Source: exceptindreams.livejournal.com

• 2012-01-20

  “After the Argument” by Stephen Dunn

• 2012-01-19

  

  stilllifequickheart:

  Floris Verster

  Ginger Jar with Climbing Roses and Phloxes

  1909
  

  Source: stilllifequickheart

• 2012-01-18

  When some old, left-handed love has left
  your guitar strung backwards
  and you can’t find any songs
  for rain in its frets.

  — 

  ` Stevie Edwards, What I Mean by Ruin Is…

  reblogged from grammatolatry

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  morningsarenice:

  Oleanders - Vincent van Gogh 1888 by ARTExplorer on Flickr.

  Source: morningsarenice

• 2012-01-16

  Our mistakes are our leaps in the night. Error is not a lie: it is approximation. Signs that we are on track.

  — Hélène Cixous, from Stigmata. (via itgivesitthew)

  (via journalofanobody)

  Source: itgivesitthew

• 2012-01-15

  

  Abelardo Morell, from the Museum series

  Frishmuth / Corot, Yale University Art Gallery, 2009

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  Abelardo Morell photography

• 2012-01-13

  

  canidadi:

  Gauguin, Paul (French, 1848-1903) - L’ Allée des Alyscamps, Arles - 1888 (par *Huismus)

  (via journalofanobody)

  Source: flickr.com