"I am not good. I am not virtuous. I am not sympathetic. I am not generous. I am merely and above all a creature of intense passionate feeling. I feel—everything. It is my genius. It burns me like fire."

- Mary MacLane,I Await the Devil’s Coming  (via thatkindofwoman)

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storieslost:

August 1,2011

Diary of a Dancer.by Elinor Carucci

2 weeks ago 1 note

"

As if you were on fire from within.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

"

- Pablo Neruda (via quotes-shape-us)

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"What is success? It is being able to go to bed each night with your soul at peace."

- Paulo Coelho, Manuscript Found In Accra (via florida-sounds)

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"When I give, I give myself."

- Walt Whitman (via wheredidalltheashtraysgo)

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"We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure,
but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have
the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless
furnace of this world."

- Jack Gilbert, from “A Brief Defense.” (via literarymiscellany)

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hollybailey:

Inside the medevac helicopter in Afghanistan, U.S. Marine Cpl. Burness Britt bleeds profusely from his neck. He and two other Marines have just been hit by shrapnel, with Britt's injuries the most serious. The medevac crew chief clutches one of Britt's blood-covered hands as he is given oxygen. I take hold of the other.

With my free hand, I lift my camera and take some pictures. I squeeze Britt’s hand and he returns the gesture, gripping my palm tighter and tighter until he slips into unconsciousness. His shirt is ripped, but I notice a piece of wheat stuck to it. I pluck it off and tuck it away in the pocket of my body armor.

In my 20 years as a photographer, covering conflicts from Bosnia to Gaza to Iraq to Afghanistan, injured civilians and soldiers have passed through my life many times. None has left a greater impression on me than Britt.

I knew him only for a few minutes in that helicopter, but I believed we would meet again one day, and I hoped to give him that small, special piece of wheat.

As Britt underwent surgeries and painful rehabilitation, I returned to my job with The Associated Press, yet Britt was never far from my mind. I searched for him on the Internet. I called hospitals. I wondered if he remembered me.

A 2011 piece by Anja Niedringhaus on her search for a wounded Marine in Afghanistan. She was killed by an Afghan police officer while reporting in the country earlier today (via Yahoo News)

2 weeks ago 62 notes

melodieux-perroquet:

Kylli Sparre

3 weeks ago 269 notes

"

But she
howls
from the depths
of her bones

with genuine respect
for those that live
inside the body

inside the poem

the whiteness
around the words

that also wants to speak

"

- Elaine Equi, from “Ghost Text” in Decoy (via literarymiscellany)

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3 weeks ago 99 notes

fohk:

Why do I need a piece of paper to tell me my name?”

Not you. Not you, my dear, but everyone else. We need paper and computers so we don’t have to ask people their names or look them in the face”

Hanna (2011)
Joe Wright

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"Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread."

- Richard Wright, Native Son (via quotes-shape-us)

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"I’m sick to loathing of people who don’t care for the master-work, who set out as artists with no intention of producing it, who make no effort toward the best, who are content with publicity and the praise of reviewers. I think the worst betrayal you could make is to pretend for a moment that you are content with a parochial standard. You’re subsidized, you don’t have to placate the public at once…If one is going to print opinions that the public already agrees with, what is the use of printing ‘em at all? Good art can’t possibly be palatable all at once."

- Ezra Pound in a letter to Harriet Monroe, 1913 (via literarymiscellany)

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3 weeks ago 25 notes

zeroing:

Unluck. by Brooke DiDonato on Flickr.

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"The only environment the artist needs is whatever peace, whatever solitude, and whatever pleasure he can get at not too high a cost."

- William Faulkner (September 25, 1897–July 6, 1962), on writing – a fine addition to the collected wisdom of great writers. (via explore-blog)

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mycollectionco:

Pedestal

Cristina Troufa
Portugal

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