December 2010
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May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope...
– Neil Gaiman (via wordpainting)
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(To the tune of “Crows crying at night”)
a poem by Li Yu The flower of the forest is fading, the red spring is over too soon. That’s how it has to be: cold is the morning rain, the evening wind. Rouged tears drunken solitude— when will come again? Forever painful is life, forever to the east runs the river.
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Human beings, vegetables, or comic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune...
– Albert Einstein (via ratak-monodosico & oceanofmind)
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Death Masks
“In Western cultures a death mask is a wax or plaster cast made of a person’s face following death. Death masks may be mementos of the dead, or be used for creation of portraits. It is sometimes possible to identify portraits that have been painted from death masks because of the characteristic slight distortions of the features caused by the weight of the plaster during the making of the...
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The SEVEN SPIRITS Earth, ocean, air, night, mountains, winds, thy star, Are at thy beck and bidding, Child of Clay! Before thee at thy quest their spirits are— What wouldst thou with us, son of mortals, say?
MANFRED. Forgetfulness— FIRST SPIRIT. Of what, of whom, and why? MANFRED. Of that which is within me; read it there— Ye know it, and I cannot utter it. SPIRIT. We can but give thee that...
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tsparks:
arsvitaest,
Does it snow in Buenos Aires?
From what I’ve been reading, it rarely snows in Buenos Aires.
I live in Managua, Nicaragua where it never snows. The weather here is hot almost all year round.
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Between going and staying...
by Octavio Paz
Between going and staying the day wavers, in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay where the world in stillness rocks.
All is visible and all elusive, all is near and can’t be touched.
Paper, book, pencil, glass, rest in the shade of their names.
Time throbbing in my temples repeats the same unchanging syllable of blood.
The light...
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Men, in general, seem to employ their reason to justify prejudices rather than...
– Mary Wollstonecraft, 1792 (via whiskeyleaks)
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Before you speak, ask yourself: is it kind, is it necessary, is it true, does it...
– Sai Baba (via whiskeyleaks & oceanofmind)