December 2011
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Van Gogh's Letters →
A website dedicated to an organized, intimate, beautiful collection of personal letters penned by Van Gogh.
I feel in my bones that I will spend many years as a poet-dictator. Whether I will actually write poetry or dictate a people is an entirely different matter.
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Misbehaving.
I am happy.
I have chosen the pieces I will play in my very first piano recital.
Träumerei, Schumann.
(No doubt, my performance may possess a smidge less virtuosity than that..)
&Le Désir Valse, Beethoven.
Taking a break..
Time to finals grind
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“Love is the ability and willingness to allow those that you care for to be what...”
– Wayne Dyer (via nirvikalpa)
“There is a dream dreaming us.”
– Aboriginal San Proverb (via waitingforteaagain)
“But the poor person does not exist as an inescapable fact of destiny. His or her...”
– Gustavo Gutierrez, The Power of the Poor in History
“I wanted to write “stay”
on your sides, surround
your bed with oceans
of...”
– J. Bradley (via holdonmagnolia)
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Poetry is the language of our ancestors. The pinnacle of human civilization of old—emerging in its various forms along the Mediterranean, the Nile, the Indus, the Euphrates, the Yangtze—knew that to express the profoundest of truths, only the music inherent in poetry could suffice. And as the centuries passed, our intimate bond with the source of human understanding grew feeble, strained. Worldly...
Haiku for you, too.
No, no more kisses,
no hugs. This battered thing has
lost that old rhythm.
“History says, Don’t hope
On this side of the grave,
But then, once in a...”
– Seamus Heaney, “Voices from Lemnos”
1. Five ways to win your heart.
Love my mind
Share my fierce determination to save/love the world
Make me laugh laugh laugh
Be passionate about the things you love
Embody awareness wisdom love
2. Something you feel strongly about.
I believe in the beauty of simplicity and in the wisdom of being
3. A book you love.
Harry Potter and The Power of Now or A New Earth.
4. Bullet your...
“In the United States of America, the banks rob you!”
What delights me—
Art supplies
The old-fashioned, the antiquated: my typewriter, my glass water bottle, my record player
When someone finds beauty in the same innocuous scenes or items as I do
Three dimensionality
“Reverie”
Warm light pink
Intelligent, passionate people who I initially assume to be unintelligent and indifferent
The perfect, bizarre metaphors piano instructors use to help you play...
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The Suicide
Not a single star will be left in the night.
The night will not be left.
I will die and, with me,
the weight of the intolerable universe.
I shall erase the pyramids, the medallions,
the continents and faces.
I shall erase the accumulated past.
I shall make dust of history, dust of dust.
Now I am looking on the final sunset.
I am hearing the last bird.
I bequeath nothingness to no one.
...
“Maybe the world is a dream and everything in it is your self.”
– Arthur G. Dove (via yama-bato)