March 2011
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Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
– Novalis (via libraryland)
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The sun rose above rooftops that looked like demurely folded hands, forced its...
– Franziska, Ernst Weiss
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What, wondered, Franziska, has this woman experienced? Before a woman can play...
– Franziska, Ernst Weiss
I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million...
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via mariposite)
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People forget that their lives will end soon. For those who remember, quarrels...
– The Dhammapada (via queerinterspace)
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I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I...
– Arthur Rimbaud (via lovetowatchthecolorsfade)
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I get sentimental over the music of the ’90s. Deplorable, really. But I love it...
– From the best book about music & love & grief & the 90s & the feeling captured by Pavement: “I AM MADE OF HARD ROCK AND BLUE SKY AND I WILL LIVE THIS WAY FOREVER”
Rob Sheffield, Love Is a Mix Tape (via libraryland)
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Alone in here inside the universe. A catkin. She had wine-coloured pants made of...
– Ariana Reines, The Cow
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“”In fifty years, I promise you, no one will be reading Ian McEwan and Jonathan Franzen. In twenty years no one will be reading books called Solar and Freedom. Art will have progressed so far beyond these extraordinarily antediluvian works that they will be viewed as escapees from 1890. I’m trying to get us to the next movement in literary art. I’m arguing for people who are already...
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