Full of Wonder
i will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air

Stories are the creative conversion of life itself into a more powerful, clearer, more meaningful experience. They are the currency of human contact.

~ Robert McKee

Thank you Wislawa Szymborska. RIP.

A Note
Life is the only way
to get covered in leaves,
catch your breath on the sand,
rise on wings;

to be a dog,
or stroke its warm fur;

to tell pain
from everything it’s not;

to squeeze inside events,
dawdle in views,
to seek the least of all possible mistakes.

An extraordinary chance
to remember for a moment
a conversation held
with the lamp switched off;

and if only once
to stumble upon a stone,
end up soaked in one downpour or another,

mislay your keys in the grass;
and to follow a spark on the wind with your eyes;
and to keep on not knowing
something important.

Unbelievable. I’ve shazam’d this song 3 times— At Samovar in SF, LAS, & Work.   Idan Raichel Project. Chalomot Shel Acherim

8 months ago
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The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all around him. She had become a physical necessity.
1984, George Orwell (via forgivethelost)

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3 months ago
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And when she dreams, she dreams of a girl who was lost at sea but one day found the shore.
Elsewhere, by Gabrielle Zevin
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Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.
A Farewell To Arms, Ernest Hemingway

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You can only express in words what words are capable of expressing, what language can communicate. Gerhard Richter

8 months ago
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And on that yes the future world depends.
A Well Dressed Man with a Beard
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