October 2011
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junkopia:
The frame pauses briefly before the projector’s lamp, and then moves on. Our lives are accumulations of ephemeral images and moments that our consciousness constructs into a reality. No sooner have we grasped the present, it is relegated to the past, where it only exists in the subjective history of each individual. The images can be thought of as desires or memories: actions that take...
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I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of...
– Carl Sandburg, “Autumn Movement” (via proustitute)
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Loving Through Art
When I saw electricliquorsky perform last night, I imagined that it must feel great being a musician and performing on stage to an audience, giving and expressing the heart. When he smiled at me while he was on stage, I saw an expression of his exhilaration of being, of giving that which he loves. I am inspired by how some musicians emanate love. I am a musician of no sort and when I sing, I...
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Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house,...
– Rumi (via thefreenomad)
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Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round...
– Steve Jobs (via incurablysensitive)
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[We will pray for you daily. Speak kindly. Love powerfully.] Listen fully.
– Rene Gutteridge, Listen (thanks, 1ofmanynames)
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Marina by Charles Bukowski
babyfacedshame:
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet- out the door picking a flower, ha! an old man, battle-wrecked, emerges from his chair and she looks at me but only sees love, ha!, and I become quick with the world and love right back just like I was meant to do.
Father daughter stuff gets me every time.
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Still, something in my view so much more nearly approaching the truth is reached...
– Franz Kafka, Letter to His Father (thanks, 1ofmanynames)
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