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realmofthesenses: Valentino Spring 2013 Couture

Fri, 24 May 2013 09:44:38 -0400

realmofthesenses:

Valentino Spring 2013 Couture

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"So we turn back through the forest, walk among trees with long blue needles. It’s silent here, like..."

Fri, 24 May 2013 09:25:48 -0400

““So we turn back through the forest, walk among trees with long blue needles.
It’s silent here, like the silence when the hawk nears.
These are woods that forgive everything but forget nothing.””

- – Tomas Tranströmer, from “Molokai” in The Great Enigma,

"It is a curious emotion, this certain homesickness I have in mind … It is no simple longing for the..."

Fri, 24 May 2013 09:12:33 -0400

““It is a curious emotion, this certain homesickness I have in mind … It is no simple longing for the home town or country of our birth. The emotion is Janus-faced: we are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.””

- – Carson McCullers

"in music, in poetry, and in life, the rest, the pause, the slow movements are essential to..."

Fri, 24 May 2013 08:47:50 -0400

“in music, in poetry, and in life, the rest, the pause, the slow movements are essential to comprehending the whole.”

- ― Maryanne Wolf

"But sometimes being human also means pressing your ear to the pavement and listening to the rumor of..."

Fri, 24 May 2013 08:25:28 -0400

“But sometimes being human also means pressing your ear to the pavement and listening to the rumor of something far away, something that belongs to all of us, something that might give us enough soul or enough courage, something we take secondhand and build on.”

- Kara VanderBijl, from “The Second-Handers”

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Fri, 24 May 2013 08:24:27 -0400

"Her unstartled gaze Beads on him like a sniper’s sites, until At the clean report of a cracking..."

Fri, 24 May 2013 00:52:15 -0400

“Her unstartled gaze
Beads on him like a sniper’s sites, until
At the clean report of a cracking poplar branch,
She leaps away like luck, over rapid water,
And snowfall scrims the scene like a mist of tears,
Like a migraine, like sweat or blood streaming into your eyes.”

- A. E. Stallings, from “Epic Simile”

"“Quiet friend who has come so far, feel how your breathing makes more space around you. Let..."

Thu, 23 May 2013 14:15:09 -0400

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“Quiet friend who has come so far,
feel how your breathing makes more space around you.
Let this darkness be a bell tower
and you the bell. As you ring,

what batters you becomes your strength.
Move back and forth into the change.
What is it like, such intensity of pain?
If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine.

In this uncontainable night,
be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses,
the meaning discovered there.

And if the world has ceased to hear you,
say to the silent earth: I flow.
To the rushing water, speak: I am.”

”

- — Rainer Maria Rilke, from Sonnets to Orpheus (translated by A. Barrows and J. Macy)

"For the first time in years the tears were streaming down his face. But they were for himself now...."

Thu, 23 May 2013 12:18:43 -0400

““For the first time in years the tears were streaming down his face. But they were for himself now. He did not care about mouth and eyes and moving hands. He wanted to care, and he could not care. For he had gone away and he could never go back any more. The gates were closed, the sun was gone down, and there was no beauty but the gray beauty of steel that withstands all time. Even the grief he could have borne was left behind in the country of illusion, of youth, of the richness of life, where his winter dreams had flourished. “Long ago,” he said, “long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more””

- Winter Dreams, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"I must stop identifying with the seasons, because this English winter will be the death of me."

Thu, 23 May 2013 12:03:59 -0400

““I must stop identifying with the seasons, because this English winter will be the death of me.””

- Sylvia Plath

Caroline laughs andIt’s raining all dayShe loves to be one of the girlsShe lives in the...

Thu, 23 May 2013 11:35:41 -0400

Caroline laughs and
It’s raining all day
She loves to be one of the girls
She lives in the place
In the side of our loves
Where nothing is
Ever put straight
She turns herself round
And she smiles and she says
‘This is it’
‘That’s the end of the joke’
And loses herself
In her dreaming and sleep
And her lovers walk
Through in their coats

Pretty in pink
Isn’t she

Pretty in Pink Psychedelic Furs

"There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow-creatures, and feeling that your..."

Wed, 22 May 2013 13:02:02 -0400

““There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow-creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort.””

- Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

"I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers..."

Wed, 22 May 2013 11:44:00 -0400

““I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says ‘Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.””

- Lewis Caroll

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Wed, 22 May 2013 10:24:08 -0400

michaeltapp: Patti Smith and Tom Verlaine tackle “Hey Joe”.

Wed, 22 May 2013 10:04:00 -0400

michaeltapp:

Patti Smith and Tom Verlaine tackle “Hey Joe”.

The Iceberg Frederic Edwin Church

Wed, 22 May 2013 09:52:04 -0400

The Iceberg Frederic Edwin Church

Iceberg Frederic Edwin Church 1859

Wed, 22 May 2013 09:34:25 -0400

Iceberg Frederic Edwin Church 1859