October 2011
Pumpkins and crafting little things with the wind blowing outside; I love Halloween :D
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“A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared...”
– Williams, Winter Trees
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“Fluent spires of fragrance
the bowl
seethes
a flutter of stars
a turbulence...”
– E. E. Cummings, Unto Thee I
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“I dream of a collaboration that would finally be total, in which the librettist...”
– Jacques Ibert
“But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want...”
– Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via nirvikalpa)
“Silent friend of many distances, feel how your breath still multiplies all...”
– Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheu
“My intention here is to make it clear that not a single cell of my composition,...”
– Maurice Ravel
“Take a sound from whatever source, a note on a violin, a scream, a moan, a...”
– Pierre Schaeffer
“I give bird songs to those who dwell in cities and have never heard them, make...”
– Olivier Messiaen
“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river...”
– Norman Maclean (via xeusm)
“L’étude des mathématiques, en comprimant la sensibilité, rend l’explosion des...”
– unknown
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Now I’m drunk here out on the fire escape with the moon…
It always leaves but comes back to me and lately, I’m counting things I can count on to come back to me.
“Physics says: Go to sleep. Of course you’re tired. Every atom in you has been...”
– Albert Goldbarth, The Sciences Sing a Lullaby
“The moon’s blue, we know you want secrets, help, advice,
news from this side....”
– W. S. Di Piero, from “Saint Francis of Assisi” (via proustitute)
For our anniversary, he gave me the universe. All the constellations as well as the phases of the moon are covering the ceiling and walls.
night sounds, by maya lim
weissewiese:
The night, sounding like the cool cave of a shell — Stay, she whispers, slipping like a tide through the tunnel of my ear. Stay and listen… I will tell you the secrets of my stories, and the stories of my secrets. Stay and listen in my cupped hands, hear my voice blow to you the hollows of rocks and sand, clouds and lakes, thunder and bone. Come, sit a while in the folds of my...
“The quiet war; hell is in her hand,
a flower in the night.”
“She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches,...”
– Neil Gaiman (Stardust)
“Whether you can observe a thing or not depends on the theory which you use. It...”
– Albert Einstein (via palpability)
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“Everyone knows that the moon started out
as a renegade fragment of the sun, a...”
– Troy Jollimore, The Origins of Things
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“…imaginary
maps, smoke chased by wind,
the logs of ghost
ships and a...”
– Carolyn Forche, Travel Papers
What people actually refer to as the small things in life are actually just the opposite. Things like money and material things are the small things in life. So, enjoy the amazing things in life. Enjoy the ocean, the stars and the fact that you are actually alive and lucky enough to witness them.
Music has a heartbeat.
weissewiese:
(via thedustdancestoo)
Fingers hesitate above the keys — a blank mind. The airvent sputters.
“Algebra applies to the clouds, the radiance of the star benefits the rose— no...”
– Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
“I hurry home as though someone is there waiting for me.
The night collapses...”
– Kazim Ali, from “Rain” (via proustitute)
Autumn, kidnap me forever.
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“I prove a theorem and the house expands:
the windows jerk free to hover near...”
– Rita Dove, Geometry
I am officially in one of the most prestigious honors programs in the country, and I got 110 on my math exam. What a lovely time to be aliveeeee.
“Then there was wind and violent thunder. There was a star riding through the...”
– Virginia Woolf, The Waves
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“I threw thousands of bell-towers
Into my icy Neva,
And since that night I am...”
– Anna Akhmatova, a fragment from 1959, trans. Judith Hemschemeyer (via proustitute)
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“And what were thou, and earth, and stars, and sea,
If to the human mind’s...”
– Shelley (Mont Blanc)
“This is what language did to us. Here
is the wound, the silence, the...”
– Eavan Boland, What Language Did
viscosity-velocity asked: Without exaggeration, your page is my favorite tumblr.
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“To him the stars seemed like so many musical notes affixed to the sky, just...”
– Machado De Assis (via freins) 