May 2012
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– Austin Kleon, Steal Like an Artist (via feministcookingshow)
My life is spent in one long effort to escape from the commonplace of existence.
– Arthur Conan Doyle (via vashti)
I wasn’t meant for reality, but life came and found me.
– Fernando Pessoa, The Book Of Disquiet (via arpeggia)
Who is invisible enough to see you?
– Paul Celan, from Breathturn in Selected Poems, trans. John Felstiner (via proustitute)
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of...
– “The Uses of Sorrow,” Mary Oliver (via clavicola)
You never look at me from the place from which I see you.
– Jacques Lacan (via vashti)
I have nothing to say and I am saying it. And that is poetry as I need it.
– John Cage, Lecture on Nothing, 1949 (via thoughts-like-blades)