These are images that I find visually and Intellectually stimulating. that's it.
Andy Goldsworthy, progress shot


Grotesque Figure, Park of Palazzo Orsini, Bomarzo, Italy photo by Herbert List, 1952
In a way, you are poetry material. You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out.
- Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via kafkaesque-world)

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Posted 16 May

"Woman. Do not wait for a poet. You are already poetry."
A little spray paint and a dead wall can shake you up. Lessons learned in Bogotá.

Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse
A savage desire for strong emotions and sensations burns inside me: a rage against this soft-tinted, shallow, standardized and sterilized life, and a mad craving to smash something up, a department store, say, or a cathedral, or myself.
- Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf (via larmoyante)

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Posted 10 Apr

Excerpt from the table of contents of Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino (via touba)
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
- The Little Prince  (via bl-ossomed)

(Source: itsthewaitingunknown, via flent)

Posted 10 Apr

As I watch you give in to your vices, smoking, softly exhaling the dark matter into the wind.Gazing into the emptiness of your thoughts one after the other, I can’t help but to love you. Whiskey takes it’s turn, it’s amber glow touching the roughness of your lips. How lovely to anticipate that one of these days you’ll surrender to me as you do to them.


Posted 23 Mar

Michael Roulier
He wanted to meet in the real world the insubstantial image which his soul so constantly beheld. He did not know where to seek it or how: but a premonition which led him on told him that this image would, without any overt act of his , encounter him. They would meet quietly as if they had known each other and had made a tryst, perhaps at one of the gates or in some more secret place. They would be alone, surrounded by darkness and silence: and in that moment of supreme tenderness he would be transfigured. He would fade into something impalpable under her eyes and then in a moment, he would be transfigured. Weakness and timidity and inexperience would fall from him in that magic moment.
- James Joyce, A Portrait the Artist as a Young Man (via rusticreveries)
Posted 12 Mar

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