— Musee des Beaux Arts by W.H. Auden (via venus-infleurs)
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— Shakespeare’s Anthony and Cleopatra (via swimming-under-water)
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— Shakespeare’s The Tempest (via swimming-under-water)
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Cartoon of the night by Victoria Roberts. For more: http://nyr.kr/RRcfgR
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via phytos)
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You try to be faithful
And sometimes you’re cruel.
You are mine. Then, you leave.
Without you, I can’t cope.
And when you take the lead,
I become your footstep.
Your absence leaves a void.
Without you, I can’t cope.
You have disturbed my sleep,
You have wrecked my image.
You have set me apart.
Without you, I can’t cope.
— Rumi (via fuckyeahrumi)
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— Mark O’Connell on promiscuous reading, and why Theodor Adorno kept his attention: http://nyr.kr/RYoPv2 (via newyorker)
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Rumi
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Sadhguru Jaggi Vasudev
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Gore Vidal, “America’s most controversial writer,” died today.
He was 86.
What am I in the eyes of most people: a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person. Somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then. Even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart.
That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion.
Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.
"— Vincent van Gogh, Letter to Theo, 1882 (via artpedia)
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