So here, AWARE, within this sodden form
I cannot bear to live holy, forlorn,
But let me dance upon some cherished friends
For when our eyes last close, the movement ends.
Just now, "facedown" beneath Time's golden eye,
We feel the pulse, the passing of deep sighs.
With bright vision we draw all ends and meanings;
Our eyes -the proverbial point of Archimedes!

  1. If I Die Young …

    If I die old

    I will dress in linen

    Meet me at the cliffs of Moher 

    Where it’s forbidden

    I’ll sink into the sea at dawn

    Sing me the verse of a Prufrock love song.

  2. kilele: Lone zebra in the midst of Wildebeest in Maasai Mara, Kenya Photo by Naomi Roberts

    kilele:

    Lone zebra in the midst of Wildebeest in Maasai Mara, Kenya

    Photo by Naomi Roberts

  3. A Contemprary Position of Metaphysics:

    Deep below the surface resides Chaos in her decadent robes, boundless in her complication, the derivation of which probes into hopes and questions that elude three dimensions.

    -Sharon Mellis

  4. artandopinion: The Confession 1902 John Collier

    artandopinion:

    The Confession

    1902

    John Collier

  5. artandopinion: The Ghetto of Florence 1882 Telemanco Signorini Signorini was part of a group of painters called the Macchiaioli, which emphasized light and shadow in their work.

    artandopinion:

    The Ghetto of Florence

    1882

    Telemanco Signorini

    Signorini was part of a group of painters called the Macchiaioli, which emphasized light and shadow in their work.

  6. I have it good, very good, and I’m grateful, but since the age of seven, I’ve become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along and have empathy. Empathy only because I love and feel for people too much I guess. Thank you from the pit of my burning nauseas stomach for your letters and concern during the last years. I’m too much of a neurotic moody person and I don’t have the passion anymore, so remember, it’s better to burn out, than to fade away.
    — Kurt Cobain suicide note (via aeloquence)

    (Source: beautemillesimee)

  7. artandopinion: The Cactus Enthusiast 1850 Carl Spitzweg

    artandopinion:

    The Cactus Enthusiast

    1850

    Carl Spitzweg

  8. photomelissa: …and five minutes later, the sun was shining. Summer in the city. New York City, June 2011.

    photomelissa:

    …and five minutes later, the sun was shining. Summer in the city.

    New York City, June 2011.

  9. One writes out of one thing only—one’s own experience. Everything depends on how relentlessly one forces from this experience the last drop, sweet or bitter, it can possibly give. This is the only real concern of the artist, to recreate out of the disorder of life that order which is art.
    — James Baldwin (via aeloquence)

    (Source: beautemillesimee)

  10. The hard and stiff will be broken. The soft and supple will prevail.
    — Lao Tsu
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