June 2012
1 post
May 2012
18 posts
“The highest form of wisdom is kindness.”
– The Talmud (via wasbella102)
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The Frog Prince
I am a frog I live under a spell I live at the bottom Of a green well And here I must wait Until a maiden places me On her royal pillow And kisses me In her father’s palace The story is familiar Everybody knows it well But do other enchanted people feel as nervous As I do? The stories do not tell, As if they will be happier When the changes come As already they are fairly happy In a frog’s doom? I...
April 2012
4 posts
Horses at Midnight Without a Moon
Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods. Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt. But there’s music in us. Hope is pushed down but the angel flies up again taking us with her. The summer mornings begin inch by inch while we sleep, and walk with us later as long-legged beauty through the dirty streets. It is no surprise that danger and suffering surround us. What astonishes is...
Leap Before You Look
The sense of danger must not disappear:
The way is certainly both short and steep, However gradual it looks from here; Look if you like, but you will have to leap.
Tough-minded men get mushy in their sleep And break the by-laws any fool can keep; It is not the convention but the fear That has a tendency to disappear.
The worried efforts of the busy heap, The dirt, the imprecision, and the beer...
The Everyday Enchantment of Music
by Mark Strand A rough sound was polished until it became a smoother sound, which was polished until it became music. Then the music was polished until it became the memory of a night in Venice when tears of the sea fell from the Bridge of Sighs, which in turn was polished until it ceased to be and in its place stood the empty home of a heart in trouble. Then suddenly there was sun and the...
March 2012
1 post
Anatomical Cross-Sections Made with Quilled Paper →
For her Tissue Series, artist Lisa Nilsson constructs anatomical cross sections of the human body using rolled pieces of Japanese mulberry paper, a technique known as quilling or paper filigree.
February 2012
7 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 →
