February 2012
aday-inthelife-ofadreamer asked: I'm not going to lie, when I came across your blog when I was looking through painting tags, I was very pleased. Also, I really like your pictures :)
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Van Stanley: The →
vanstanley:
The
allegory of today is the fashion of yesterday. The canvas’s face no longer requires a hieroglyphic. The poem is as useless as the precious hand-bag’s name. The quest for ultimate truth is held in the upstairs parlor on Tuesday nights. The woman tying ropes of linen by the window will ask: Can I get you something? & you will say: Yes, the ultimate truth. &...
“Knowing yourself is to be rooted in Being, instead of lost in your mind.”
– Eckhart Tolle (via lazyyogi)
“I believe there are too many children who need loving parents to deny one group...”
– Barack Obama
(via loveyourchaos)
And I don’t understand why people hate Obama-he clearly has the right mindset. (unlike fucking Rick Santorum)
(via sorrowsinsand-blessingsinstone)
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“Art attracts us only by what it reveals of our most secret self.”
– Jean-Luc Godard
“What Is Cinema?” Les Amis du Cinéma (Paris, October 1, 1952).
(via paperboatsandaeroplanes)
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Fires and Storms
ellemac23:
but nothing ever happened.
Define it.
Gravity, fear, invasion,
lust or whiskey.
No, it was time
that destroyed us.
The fast movement,
my quick need,
your slow glance,
that made it.
Gravity and fear
are two of many
fires and storms.
By Lauren McManus
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Bodily Needs
ellemac23:
The strings that shake
shaping and shifting
as your fingers tinker across
my wondering skin.
The sounds transfer, flip
as moods heighten and explode.
A burst of chords, of hands
of feet and lips.
Lips that glide
off one another
Smash and mingle
Full of bodily needs.
I need the blue glitter of your eyes
to watch me and learn me.
To know what I feel like.
How can you...
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Occupied
ellemac23:
Like a pee stain on my carpet
a wine spill on my skirt
a scar on my skin
a tumor in my heart.
I cannot erase you.
Yes you, who chose
and knows the better
Thinking it through
and casting me threw
The ever changed room was occupied.
Occupied still by memories
that harden now to diamond.
Never shining bright,
dulling down to onyx.
Then, they were the sun.
Then,...
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Hold On To Me
ellemac23:
I swagger through trees
on wings of feathers
colored yellows and orange
And into those branches you take hold
Hold.
Wrapped in leaves
golden and bright
swaying now to music
of soft wind on bass.
On.
Trumping and bumping
its wrangled branches
vibrating out to others.
To.
As you hold me together
and wake me one morning,
I sing a melody
of nothing more and nothing...
