February 2012
6 posts
Dust of Snow
TThe way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
~ Robert Frost
January 2012
25 posts
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
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…
“When some old, left-handed love has left
your guitar strung backwards
and you...”
– ` Stevie Edwards, What I Mean by Ruin Is…
reblogged from grammatolatry
“Our mistakes are our leaps in the night. Error is not a lie: it is...”
– Hélène Cixous, from Stigmata. (via itgivesitthew)
Abelardo Morell photography →
“Breathing, looking, walking, she felt nothing but desire. The sound of the sea...”
– http://leproustitute.blogspot.com/
December 2011
13 posts
WatchLove is a Stranger
“The role of the artist is exactly the same as the role of lover. If I love you,...”
“To know a species, look at its fears. To know yourself, look at your fears. Fear...”
Lines for Winter
Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself—
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon’s gaze in a valley of snow.
Tonight as it gets cold
tell yourself
what you know which is nothing
but the tune your bones play
as you keep going. And you will be able
for once to lie...
November 2011
4 posts
National Geographic Photo Contest 2011 →
“There are two kinds of truth: the truth that lights the way and the truth that...”
– Wordsmith.org
October 2011
7 posts
