December 2011
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“And all the spaces of our past moments of solitude, the spaces in which we have...”
– Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space (via proustitute)
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“Truth in drama is forever elusive. You never quite find it but the search for it...”
– Iconic Playwright Harold Pinter on Truth in Drama (and in Life)
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“The fern in the rain breathes the silver message.
Stay, lie low. Play your dark...”
– Anne Coray, “The Art of Being” (via proustitute)
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“A thousand questions rise to my lips,
and just as suddenly ebb —
An awkward...”
– Emily Dickinson, in a letter to Mrs. Holland October, 1879 (via youreyesblazeout)
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“Black coffe at sidewalk cafés
with chairs and tables like gaudy insets.
It is...”
– Tomas Tranströmer, Espresso, trans. May Swenson
“The clear sky has set itself on a slant against the wall.
It is like a prayer...”
– Tomas Tranströmer, ‘Vermeer’, trans. Samuel Charters (excerpt)
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(via silencesounds)
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“We’re suspended for a moment on this spinning blue pearl, here together and...”
– Maria Bustillos, Inside David Foster Wallace’s Private Self-Help Library (via awritersruminations)
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“So we turn back through the forest, walk among trees with long blue needles....”
– Tomas Tranströmer, from “Molokai” in The Great Enigma, trans. Robin Fulton (via proustitute)
