poetgirl

In Paradise they look no more awry;
and though they make anew, they make no lie.
Be sure they still will make, not being dead,
and poets shall have flames upon their head,
and harps whereon their faultless fingers fall:
there each shall choose for ever from the All.

poetgirl

"Above all do not lose your desire to walk. Everyday I walk myself into a state of well being and walk away from every illness. I have walked myself into my best thoughts and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it. Thus if one keeps on walking everything will be all right."



- Søren Kierkegaard 

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"Long ago,” he said, “long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more."



- F. Scott Fitzgerald, Winter Dreams



"Quantum theory provides us with a striking illustration of the fact that we can fully understand a connection though we can only speak of it in images and parables."



- Werner Heisenberg, Physics and Beyond: Encounters and Conversation 



toryburch:

M is for Mixed Media
A quilt of packing envelopes, currency and decorative paper, from Thomas Campbell’s new exhibition opening June 12 at Joshua Liner Gallery in New York.
Larger Quilt, 2013 by T. Campbell, courtesy of Joshua Liner Gallery

very cool.

toryburch:

M is for Mixed Media

A quilt of packing envelopes, currency and decorative paper, from Thomas Campbell’s new exhibition opening June 12 at Joshua Liner Gallery in New York.

Larger Quilt, 2013 by T. Campbell, courtesy of Joshua Liner Gallery

very cool.

parabola-magazine:

From our summer issue:
"I came here to renew—something, although I didn’t yet know what. And to escape, well, everything. Two years ago, at the end of my MFA program, I was broken down and burned out, spent twigs for a spent fire. I did everything quickly, heart in my mouth, because I felt sure that if I took any extra time I would collapse into ash. I was teaching three times the prescribed student limit, tutoring, writing, finishing my thesis and my classes, and editing my first novel for next year’s publication—all jobs that filled me with whiplash joy and panic and soul-crushing insecurity. A person I loved had shown me such grinding ambivalence that I’d had to let him go, and I spent far too much time imagining our never-to-be future together. There was a cushion-laden corner of the floor in my cheap apartment that was alternately a nook for grading papers and a nest to curl up in and cry until I fell asleep. I ate whatever I thought would make me feel better, mostly cheese and Vernor’s ginger ale. My heart was broken and my belly ached."
–Betsy Cornwell, “The Search for One Thing,” a journey to Ireland brings a young woman home, Summer 2014, “Embodiment.” Read the entire essay here › 

Thank you Betsy Cornwell. 

parabola-magazine:

From our summer issue:

"I came here to renew—something, although I didn’t yet know what. And to escape, well, everything. Two years ago, at the end of my MFA program, I was broken down and burned out, spent twigs for a spent fire. I did everything quickly, heart in my mouth, because I felt sure that if I took any extra time I would collapse into ash. I was teaching three times the prescribed student limit, tutoring, writing, finishing my thesis and my classes, and editing my first novel for next year’s publication—all jobs that filled me with whiplash joy and panic and soul-crushing insecurity. A person I loved had shown me such grinding ambivalence that I’d had to let him go, and I spent far too much time imagining our never-to-be future together. There was a cushion-laden corner of the floor in my cheap apartment that was alternately a nook for grading papers and a nest to curl up in and cry until I fell asleep. I ate whatever I thought would make me feel better, mostly cheese and Vernor’s ginger ale. My heart was broken and my belly ached."

Betsy Cornwell, “The Search for One Thing,” a journey to Ireland brings a young woman home, Summer 2014, “Embodiment.” Read the entire essay here › 

Thank you Betsy Cornwell. 

"perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening …"



- Rainer Maria Rilke, from “[You who never arrived]”, trans. Stephen Mitchell (via)



apoetreflects:

Painting: Simon Alexandre-Clement Denis, Study of Clouds with a Sunset near Rome, 1786-1801
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apoetreflects:

Painting: Simon Alexandre-Clement Denis, Study of Clouds with a Sunset near Rome, 1786-1801
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apoetreflects:

Painting: Simon Alexandre-Clement Denis, Study of Clouds with a Sunset near Rome, 1786-1801

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apoetreflects:

Painting: Willard Leroy Metcalf, The Poppy Field, n.d. 

apoetreflects:

Painting: Willard Leroy Metcalf, The Poppy Field, n.d. 

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