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caravaggista:

growyourbeauty:

Moleskine thank you for making this, it’s absolutely perfect!
“I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand.”

This is my 2013 planner! I love it.

caravaggista:

growyourbeauty:

Moleskine thank you for making this, it’s absolutely perfect!

“I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand.”

This is my 2013 planner! I love it.

theparisreview:

One way or another, we’re all running away from Foucault. In this distressing online game, you can actually run away from Foucault with your fingertips, rather than by merely existing in society. It’s scary, all but impossible, and totally futile. Well, of course; that’s the whole point. But who, apart from some people I know back at my upstate New York small, progressive, liberal-arts college, would actually play it? Real life is punishment enough.

theparisreview:

One way or another, we’re all running away from Foucault. In this distressing online game, you can actually run away from Foucault with your fingertips, rather than by merely existing in society. It’s scary, all but impossible, and totally futile. Well, of course; that’s the whole point. But who, apart from some people I know back at my upstate New York small, progressive, liberal-arts college, would actually play it? Real life is punishment enough.

I don’t believe poets when they say I, and I wish people wouldn’t believe me. Poetic material starts by being personal but the deeper we go inside the more we become everybody.

My focus isn’t clear

My focus isn’t clear

The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.

—Marcus Aurelius (via mymemnosyne)

Gravity has no effect when you are weightless. (at Zion Lodge)

Gravity has no effect when you are weightless. (at Zion Lodge)

The Banal Voices

The banal voices of the crowded venue
Seats arranged for their acoustics
How have we survived this throng
How can the artists spirit not hide
away from the very hoi polloi that increase his success
Once free to roam the valleys alone
Wanderer to seek his inspiration from nature
Now trapped in the cycle of the human experience
I want to destroy what does not enthrall
I want to abandon these trivialities
Return to what is essential
Control the non natural world and
Show through my truth their folly
To caress a mind that excites
To surround my world with those who create
Forced to sit in an audience of mediocrity
Makes me want to SCREAM
Scream out to the crowd who would never comprehend the disturbance

The chill in the air brings with it thoughts of cuddling up by a fire with someone you love.  Ugh, how mushy;-)

The chill in the air brings with it thoughts of cuddling up by a fire with someone you love. Ugh, how mushy;-)

What do you have to tell me?

What do you have to tell me?