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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Photo by Éliane Excoffier
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I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.
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Lasciami sciolte le mani e il cuore, lasciami
libero! Lascia che le mie dita corrano per i
sentieri del tuo corpo.
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So much of space between us two
We kiss the planets when we kiss
No closeness ever shuts this out
So much of space between us twoWe kiss the planets when we kiss
And all the ether knows your hand
And dust from Saturn foils my tongue
So much black light caresses usNo closeness ever shuts this out
But mouth from shoulder, thigh from thigh
Explosive air unwinds our love
So distance holds, so love is safe— Diane di Prima (via fernsandmoss)(Source: danceupontheplains, via fernsandmoss)
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(Source: weissesrauschen)
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It comes so soon, the moment when there is nothing left to wait for.
— Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time (via larmoyante)(via bodiesofsaints)
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Be, in this immensity of night, the magic force at your sense’s crossroad…
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from Sonnets to Orpheus, Book Two, XXIX, translation by Robert Hunter (via frenchtwist)(via theformofbeauty)
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Every child is taught not to stare at the sun.
— Mary Ruefle, Madness, Rack, and Honey (via mythologyofblue)
