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header: Alice Oswald, Falling Awake
header: Alice Oswald, Falling Awake
Pinned
I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.
Sylvia Plath, The Morning Song
A far sea moves in my ear.
Sylvia Plath, The Morning Song
good night moon and you
November 25, 2025 at 4:54 PM
good night moon and you
Do anything, but let it produce joy.
Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Whitman, Leaves of Grass
November 25, 2025 at 1:00 PM
Do anything, but let it produce joy.
Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Whitman, Leaves of Grass
the spoon rest
November 25, 2025 at 11:04 AM
the spoon rest
But let the wings take root and the roots fly.
Juan Ramón Jiménez
Juan Ramón Jiménez
November 25, 2025 at 10:53 AM
But let the wings take root and the roots fly.
Juan Ramón Jiménez
Juan Ramón Jiménez
The force of inertia acts in the domain of psychics as well as physics; any idea pushed into the popular mind with considerable force will keep on going until some opposing force--or the slow resistance of friction--stops it at last.
Charlotte Perkins Gilman
Charlotte Perkins Gilman
November 25, 2025 at 10:51 AM
The force of inertia acts in the domain of psychics as well as physics; any idea pushed into the popular mind with considerable force will keep on going until some opposing force--or the slow resistance of friction--stops it at last.
Charlotte Perkins Gilman
Charlotte Perkins Gilman
The I, the I is what is deeply mysterious.
Wittgenstein
Wittgenstein
November 25, 2025 at 10:31 AM
The I, the I is what is deeply mysterious.
Wittgenstein
Wittgenstein
There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.
Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942
Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942
November 25, 2025 at 10:29 AM
There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.
Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942
Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942
If no one else, the dying must notice how unreal, how full of pretense, is all that we accomplish here, where nothing is allowed to be itself.
Rilke
Rilke
November 25, 2025 at 10:26 AM
If no one else, the dying must notice how unreal, how full of pretense, is all that we accomplish here, where nothing is allowed to be itself.
Rilke
Rilke
That Joyce was Svevo’s English teacher and Borges studied runes.
Ayşegül Savaş, New Yorker, October 2025
Ayşegül Savaş, New Yorker, October 2025
November 24, 2025 at 4:11 PM
That Joyce was Svevo’s English teacher and Borges studied runes.
Ayşegül Savaş, New Yorker, October 2025
Ayşegül Savaş, New Yorker, October 2025
Peder Balke, Vardøhus Fortress (1870)
November 24, 2025 at 9:38 AM
Peder Balke, Vardøhus Fortress (1870)
You must create the right kind of dream, the sober, adult kind of magic: illusion born from disillusion.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged
Journals of Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged
Journals of Sylvia Plath
November 24, 2025 at 9:10 AM
You must create the right kind of dream, the sober, adult kind of magic: illusion born from disillusion.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged
Journals of Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged
Journals of Sylvia Plath
There is a reality outside the world, that is to say, outside space and time, outside man's mental universe, outside any sphere whatsoever that is accessible to human faculties.
Simone Weil, Draft for a Statement of Human Obligation; tr. Richard Rees
Simone Weil, Draft for a Statement of Human Obligation; tr. Richard Rees
November 24, 2025 at 9:08 AM
There is a reality outside the world, that is to say, outside space and time, outside man's mental universe, outside any sphere whatsoever that is accessible to human faculties.
Simone Weil, Draft for a Statement of Human Obligation; tr. Richard Rees
Simone Weil, Draft for a Statement of Human Obligation; tr. Richard Rees
There is only one way left to escape the alienation of present day society: to retreat ahead of it.
Barthes
Antoni Tapies, 1958
Barthes
Antoni Tapies, 1958
November 24, 2025 at 8:59 AM
There is only one way left to escape the alienation of present day society: to retreat ahead of it.
Barthes
Antoni Tapies, 1958
Barthes
Antoni Tapies, 1958
A writer's heart, a poet's heart, an artist's heart, a musician's heart is always breaking. It is through that broken window that we see the world;
Alice Walker
Alice Walker
November 24, 2025 at 8:56 AM
A writer's heart, a poet's heart, an artist's heart, a musician's heart is always breaking. It is through that broken window that we see the world;
Alice Walker
Alice Walker
sleep a deep sleep, peaceful
November 23, 2025 at 8:28 PM
sleep a deep sleep, peaceful
tonight’s film
Flow, directed by Gints Zilbalodis, 2024
Flow, directed by Gints Zilbalodis, 2024
November 23, 2025 at 6:46 PM
tonight’s film
Flow, directed by Gints Zilbalodis, 2024
Flow, directed by Gints Zilbalodis, 2024
Endlessness runs in you like leaves on the tree of night.
Anne Carson
Anne Carson
November 23, 2025 at 5:58 PM
Endlessness runs in you like leaves on the tree of night.
Anne Carson
Anne Carson
The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you.
Rilke, Turning Point; tr. Stephen Mitchell
Rilke, Turning Point; tr. Stephen Mitchell
November 22, 2025 at 2:17 PM
The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you.
Rilke, Turning Point; tr. Stephen Mitchell
Rilke, Turning Point; tr. Stephen Mitchell
And the song goes on, beautiful.
Rilke
Rilke
November 22, 2025 at 2:14 PM
And the song goes on, beautiful.
Rilke
Rilke
I am walking a lot, through the forest, and having tremendous conversations with myself.
Nietzsche (in the Black Forest)
Nietzsche (in the Black Forest)
November 21, 2025 at 12:36 PM
I am walking a lot, through the forest, and having tremendous conversations with myself.
Nietzsche (in the Black Forest)
Nietzsche (in the Black Forest)
Just as there are several solitudes, so there are several silences.
Frédéric Gros, A Philosophy of Walking
Frédéric Gros, A Philosophy of Walking
November 21, 2025 at 12:13 PM
Just as there are several solitudes, so there are several silences.
Frédéric Gros, A Philosophy of Walking
Frédéric Gros, A Philosophy of Walking
On foot everything stays connected, for while walking one occupies the spaces between those interiors in the same way one occupies those interiors. One lives in the whole world rather than in interiors built up against it.
Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking
Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking
November 21, 2025 at 12:10 PM
On foot everything stays connected, for while walking one occupies the spaces between those interiors in the same way one occupies those interiors. One lives in the whole world rather than in interiors built up against it.
Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking
Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking
She loves walking among her trees and musing.
Virginia Woolf
Virginia Woolf
November 21, 2025 at 12:03 PM
She loves walking among her trees and musing.
Virginia Woolf
Virginia Woolf