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"She lives the poetry she cannot write"
Oscar Wilde (via c-ovet)
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Carved door panel, Timurid period, late 15th century
Present-day Uzbekistan, Samarqand“This door is said to have been found in a secular building in Khokand, in present-day Uzbekistan. The intricate carvings of interlaced vine scrolls seen here may be compared to similar relief decoration in stone carvings of the fifteenth century and to contemporary manuscript illuminations. The establishment of royal workshops throughout Iran during the fifteenth century fueled a unity of design across media, resulting in the emergence of common regional design vocabularies.”
"I like you; your eyes are full of language."
Anne Sexton, from a letter to Anne Clarke dated 3 July 1964 (via frontrouge)
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“I don’t want to live - I want to love first, and live incidentally.”
— Zelda to Scott, 1919
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"‘Leaving room for the other’ does not mean ‘I have to make room for the other.’ The other is in me before me: the ego (even the collective ego) implies alterity as its own condition. There is no ‘I’ that ethically makes room for the other, but rather an ‘I’ that is structured by the alterity within it, an ‘I’ that is itself in a state of self-deconstruction, of dislocation. This is why I hesitated just now to use the word ‘ethical.’ This gesture is the possibility of the ethical but is not simply the ethical, which is why I speak of the messianic: the other is there in any case, it will arrive if it wants, but before me, before I could have foreseen it."
Jacques Derrida, “I Have A Taste For The Secret” (via hookedonsemiotics)
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Catalogue this.: Lies I’ve Told My 3 Year Old Recently
“Lies I’ve Told My 3 Year Old Recently”
Raul Gutierrez
Trees talk to each other at night.
All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.
Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose.
Tiny bears live in drain pipes.
If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky.
The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago.
Everyone knows at least one secret language.
When nobody is looking, I can fly.
We are all held together by invisible threads.
Books get lonely too.
Sadness can be eaten.
I will always be there.
(Source: thepoetrycollection, via virginiawoolf-deactivated201303)
