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Nov 28

“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)

Nov 27

Untitled by imfreelykeely

Untitled by imfreelykeely

Au Revoir Simone appreciation moment.

Au Revoir Simone appreciation moment.

Feel so small… by Williams

Feel so small… by Williams

Marc Cherry with Tuc Watkins and Kevin Rahm by Jason Bell

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

Pressure by Robert Longo

The Ballot or the Bullet 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

Playing with our faith by Jonathan Bartlett

City dog 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.

Nov 26

Untitled by Sarah Lownes

Untitled by Sarah Lownes

Field #2 by Nicholas Hughes

Field #2 by Nicholas Hughes