"It was one drop of salt water against another."
- Ruth Stone, from “Genesis” (via the-final-sentence)
posts tagged "text"
"Our words are caught in our throats and our fingers are caught in each other, and between the ticks of infinite clocks there is a hush, like moonlight or moths’ wings or dawn."
- Madison Maheni (via dwales)
(Source: beryl-azure, via sleepinginthesnow)
"ocean’s music/ an ornamental/ parapet along the edge of/ silence."
- Keith Waldrop (via sleepinginthesnow)
"To write with silence."
- Anna Kamienska, from “A Nest of Quiet,” trans. Clare Cavanagh (via proustitute)
"A dream, like trying
to remember, breaks open words
for other,
hidden meanings."
- Rosmarie Waldrop, from “The Ambition of Ghosts, I. Remembering into Sleep” (via proustitute)
(via sleepinginthesnow)
"I finally figured out that I’m solitary by nature, but at the same time I know so many people; so many people think they own a piece of me. They shift and move under my skin, like a parade of memories that simply won’t go away. It doesn’t matter where I am, or how alone—I always have such a crowded head."
- Charles de Lint, from Memory and Dream
(Source: idleobservation)
In a theory known as the Musica Universalis, Pythagoras proposed that the Sun, Moon and planets all emit their own unique hum (orbital resonance) based on their orbital revolution and that the quality of life on Earth reflects the tenor of celestial sounds which are physically imperceptible to the human ear.
(Source: chaosophia)
"It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof."
awesomealtart: This elaborate, breathtaking painting by Anna Christenson portrays Jack, a character from Charles de Lint’s otherworldly novel Someplace to be Flying.
One of my favourite books, by one of my favourite authors. The story of how Raven made the world, but he’s always losing the Very Important World-Making Pot, & Coyote is trying to find the pot so he can stir it & change the world & fix it from the last time he stirred it & messed it up. & everyone is caught in the middle, & the Crow Girls feature heavily.
At the beginning of Someplace to be Flying, is this bit of poetry:
So I asked the raven as he passed by,
I said, “Tell me, raven, why’d you make the sky?”
“The moon and stars, I threw them high,
I needed someplace to be flying.”
—Kiya Heartwood, from “Wyoming Wind”
Charles de Lint was in town doing a book signing recently, & this is one of the books I took to have signed (I videoed bits of the talk here). He told me he was happy to see my beat up copies of his books :)
Um. Boat + giant nest + abandoned house + giant horned skull + twinkle lights + a bunch of twigs. It’s like, the recipe for a magic ritual to sail away to the moon. (take me with you!)
Photo by Mike Bailey Gates, more here. (beware, there’s fashion photos & models & similar crap)
(via likeshesg0ld)
"Take me to the other side of this night,
where I am you, we are us,
the kingdom where pronouns are intertwined
…and the sea sang with the murmur of light."
- Octavio Paz, Sunstone (via sleepinginthesnow)
"but I say whatever
one loves, is"
- Sappho, Poems and Fragments, trans. Stanley Lombardo (via proustitute)
tumblralysis ↘
n. State where the body goes into complete numbness and the person only stares at a blue screen with random posts by subjects he/she follows. The brain can only send messages to the index finger with which subjects hits refresh every 4 seconds.
Only memes can undo this unfortunate state.She didn’t do anything about work the whole day, due to tumblralysis.
