What a great poem teaches you, and it’s not intellectual at all, is the...– W. S. Merwin (via proustitute)
skilletonthewall: Blind Willie Johnson | Let...
To turn within is to turn to that which is looking. So that we find out for...– Adyashanti, That Which is Looking (thank you, thank you Luke — one of the good things about the internet for sure, our dialogue today…)
Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I...– (via journalofanobody)
By varying the hour, the place at which we go to sleep, by wooing sleep in an...– Marcel Proust, La Captive, trans. Moncrieff and Kilmartin (via proustitute)
Music falls on the silence like a sense, A passion that we feel, not...– Wallace Stevens, from Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (via whiskey river)
moltovivace: When metronomes sleep, do they dream in rubato?
In the past we listened to photographs. They heard our voice speak. Alive,...– Barbara Guest, from “Photographs” (via proustitute)