"You were not put on this earth just to get in touch with God."-Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange

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"The French called this time of day “l’heure bleue.” To the English it was “the gloaming.” The very word “gloaming” reverberates, echoes—the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour—carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers slipping through the shadows. During the blue nights you think the end of day will never come. As the blue nights draw to a close (and they will, and they do) you experience an actual chill, an apprehension of illness, at the moment you first notice: the blue light is going, the days are already shortening, the summer is gone."

- Joan Didion, Blue Nights (via heliophobus)

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Sébastien Jacqmin - Essayer De Te Regarder, 2009      Drawings

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"Listening is a masochist endeavor. To do it right you have to put everything down. Not just your phone, even pen and paper. There is nothing to hold on to when you truly listen. You have to use your full attention, registering everything that you see and hear. You have to slow down your self-perception and focus on the outside, on what you do not understand. Compared to how we usually operate, this is like focusing on pain. Like diving into boredom. In order to see the other in slow motion, you need to stop the camera of self-perception that makes you the star, and speed up the camera that records the outside. Listening requires the patience to recognize your feelings in other people’s words, no matter how trivial, dark and empty their language may seem. It requires you to become someone else while you listen. Listening requires that you accept the nuisance of not understanding and still pay attention. Listening is the first step."

- Oliver Reichenstein/ IA (via wang-kevin)

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"All of us failed to match our dream of perfection. So I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible. In my opinion, if I could write all my work again, I am convinced that I would do it better, which is the healthiest condition for an artist. That’s why he keeps on working, trying again; he believes each time that this time he will do it, bring it off. Of course he won’t, which is why this condition is healthy. Once he did it, once he matched the work to the image, the dream, nothing would remain but to cut his throat, jump off the other side of that pinnacle of perfection into suicide."- William Faulkner, "The Art of Fiction No. 12"

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"More or less; stemming from frustration. I was wondering—I was seeking to be articulate."

- William Carlos Williams, The Paris Review “The Art of Poetry No. 6”

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"Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away."

- Frida Kahlo (via tranceend)

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"I can’t feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside the very private spring of my head."

- Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena (via ashtrayreel)

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“Especially my childhood…I spent quite a lot of time on my own walking the mountains in Iceland and the hills and just hearing music in my head. And being euphoric and very on a high and very self-contained and self-sufficient. And then once in a while going to school and doing these kind of things -and trying to take part in conversation with the other humans and just finding it a bit boring really and a bit not making a lot of sense a lot of the time because people saying one thing and then did completely different things.  They loved some people and hung out with other people. And so I ended up always going back on my hill.” –Björk, NPR World Cafe Interview, 2000

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inland-delta:

Emile Friant, Voyage a l’Infini, 1899

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transistoradio:

Cy Twombly, Fifty Days at Iliam: The Fire that Consumes All before It (1978), oil, oil crayon, and graphite on canvas, 299.7 x 379.7 cm. Collection of Philadelphia Museum of Art, Philadelpia, Pennsylvania, USA. Via the blue suitcase.

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"I understand. That’s the trouble. I understand. I’ll understand all the time. All day and all night. Especially all night. I’ll understand. You don’t have to worry about that."

- Ernest Hemingway, Winner Take Nothing (via porcelinas)

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catmota:

Diving Bird  (1939)

Giovanna Erika Klien

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