Journal of a Nobody
The inferno of the living is not something that will be; if there is one, it is what is already here, the inferno where we live every day, that we form by being together. There are two ways to escape suffering it. The first is easy for many: accept the inferno and become such a part of it that you can no longer see it. The second is risky and demands constant vigilance and apprehension: seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the midst of inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space. ~Italo Calvino
Commonplace book of a teacher, poet, and counselor.
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A great many people think they are thinking when they are really rearranging their prejudices.
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Take a day to heal from the lies you’ve told yourself and the ones that have been told to you.
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In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.— Mark Strand, “Keeping Things Whole” (via arpeggia)(via lifeinpoetry)
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(Source: gdvyne, via ontheedgeofdarkness)
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(Source: escarlatt, via ruyalarvehayaller)
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The moon is now an opening flower,
The sky a cliff of blue.
The moon is now a silver rose;
Her pollen is the dew.Her pollen is the mist that swings
Across her face of dreams:
Her pollen is the April rain,
Filling the April streams.Her pollen is eternal life,
Endless ambrosial foam.
It feeds the swarming stars and fills
Their hearts with honeycomb.The earth is but a passion-flower
With blood upon his crown.
And what shall fill his failing veins
And lift his head, bowed down?This cup of peace, this silver rose
Bending with fairy breath
Shall lift that passion-flower, the earth
A million times from Death!— Vachel Lindsay, The Rose Of Midnight. (via treesandchangingleaves) -
Mark Tucker
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Mark Tucker
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Mark Tucker
