January 2011
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Much that is good began with an exile. There is no exile, as there are no circles, without an idea of a centre and a circumference. To be rehabilitated into Eden would be an exile for us. Our true home may be found in exile. Illness and exile restore our horizons to us. In growing old, we stay into exile. Death is the extremest exile. — Ian Hamilton: Detached Sentences on Exile, Gardening and...
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acidhorse:
Patsy Cline - Crazy
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sherry:
Bebel Gilberto - Mais Feliz
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“Whether or not you write well, write bravely.”
– Bill Stout (1927- 1989) via deadwriters
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“Move and the way will open”
– Zen Proverb (via yama-bato)
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trxrt:
Jurassic 5 - O canto de Ossanha
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“I don’t believe in God as a kind father in the sky. I don’t believe that the...”
– Sylvia Plath (via sparkplugsdecapitatedmannequins)
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Fred Astaire - Cheek to Cheek from ‘Top Hat’ 1935
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“What could I do if I couldn’t write? Writing was to be my rescue. I felt as if...”
– Janet Frame, “An Angel at my Table”, London: Paladin, 1987
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yama-bato:
by Emmanuel Sougez
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There Will Come Soft Rains
by Sara Teasdale
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pool singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor...
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