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Ben Okri, E.L.O.Q.U.E.N.C.E.
That’s the way it is. If you believe in something your very belief renders you...
– Ben Okri
August 2012
30 posts
Some hearts understand each other, even in silence.
– Yasmin Mogahed (via roguei)
The sweet soft essence of possibility,
Never quite maturing.
– Nikki Giovanni (via experimentaltimeorder)
My blood is alive with many voices
telling me I am made of longing.
– Rilke (via mirroir)
We have been raised to fear the yes within ourselves, our deepest cravings.”
―...
I had forgotten that time wasn’t fixed like concrete but in fact was fluid as...
– Joyce Carol Oates, I Am Not Your Son, I Am No One You Know in I Am No One You Know (via distantheartbeats)
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
– T. S. Eliot, from “East Coker” in The Four Quartets (via mirroir)
How fragile we are, between the few
good moments.
– Jane Hirshfield, from “Vinegar and Oil” (via mirroir)
To listen is to become like the moon, silent and full of light, a witness in the...
– (via past-the-shadows-of-yesterday)
Haiku
journalofanobody:
for a few moments
the entire world resides
in a cup of tea
—Michael Boiano
Tanka
journalofanobody:
If she had not left me here defenseless against these long summer nights, how could I have understood the sad music of crickets.
—Michael Boiano
Give light, and the darkness will disappear of itself.
– Desiderius Erasmus (via philosophy-quotes)
Emptiness which is conceptually liable to be mistaken for sheer nothingness is...
July 2012
53 posts
So when people say that poetry is a luxury, or an option, or for the educated...
– Jeanette Winterson, from In Defense of Poetry (via crashinglybeautiful)
Viniquity: HEMPZA MAWAWA VIBES →
viniquity:
It is not the count of nodding heads
That should count to you
It is not the snapping of fingers
That your camera should snap
It is not the swinging hips
That should make you happy
It is the number of strangers
Ending up as friends on the dance-floor
It is forlorn faces that your beat…
To be sensual, I think, is to respect and rejoice in the force of life, of life...
– James Baldwin