Live a balanced life - learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some. — Robert Fulghum, All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten (1986)
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Au Revoir Simone appreciation moment.
Feel so small… by Williams
Marc Cherry with Tuc Watkins and Kevin Rahm by Jason Bell
I like to find
what’s not found
at once, but lies
within something of another nature,
in repose, distinct.
Gull feathers of glass, hidden
in white pulp: the bones of squid
which I pull out and lay
blade by blade on the draining board -
tapered as if for swiftness, to pierce
the heart, but fragile, substance
belying design. Or a fruit, mamey,
cased in rough brown peel, the flesh
rose-amber, and the seed:
the seed a stone of wood, carved and
polished, walnut-colored, formed
like a brazilnut, but large,
large enough to fill
the hungry palm of a hand.
I like the juicy stem of grass that grows
within the coarser leaf folded round,
and the butteryellow glow
in the narrow flute from which the morning-glory
opens blue and cool on a hot morning.
— Denise Levertov, Pleasures (1959)
Pressure by Robert Longo
The Ballot or the Bullet by Robert Longo
Education is learning what you didn’t even know you didn’t know. — Daniel J. Boorstin, A Case of Hypochondria, Newsweek (1970-07-06)
Playing with our faith by Jonathan Bartlett
City dog by Jonathan Bartlett
It was cold. The way it could be only in Denmark, and only in April. When, in mad enthusiasm for the spring light, people turned off the central heating, brought their fur coats to the furrier, dispensed with their long underwear and went outside. And only when it was too late, discovered that the temperature was at freezing, the relative humidity 90 percent and the wind was from the north and went straight through clothing and skin, deep into the body, where it wrapped itself around the heart and filled it with Siberian sadness. —
Peter Høeg, The Quiet Girl (2006)
Currently reading.
Untitled by Sarah Lownes
Field #2 by Nicholas Hughes