Sophomoric
May 2013
2 posts
May 2012
44 posts
“Just remember: If one bird carried every grain of sand, grain by grain, across the ocean, by the time he got them all on the other side, that would only be the beginning of eternity”
—Truman Capote (via ratak-monodosico, hotparade) (via crashinglybeautiful)
“To be lonely is a habit, like smoking or taking drugs.”
—Acid Tongue, Jenny Lewis (via palahniukandchocolate) (via somethingintellectual) (via doltbelt) (via clairefisher) (via booklover)
“Every man who knows how to read has it in his power to magnify himself, to multiply the ways in which he exists, to make his life full, significant and interesting.”
—
— Aldous Huxley (via iloveyoulessthanpunk)(via earlyfrost) (via exsouvenir)
(via booklover, iloveyoulessthanpunk)
“it was only
the thin thread of a cloud
almost transparent
leading me along the way
like an ancient sacred song” —Akiko (River of Stars - Selected Poems of Yosano Akiko: Translated by Sam Hamill & Keiko Matsui Gibson (via yama-bato & theantidote) (via crashinglybeautiful)
the thin thread of a cloud
almost transparent
leading me along the way
like an ancient sacred song” —Akiko (River of Stars - Selected Poems of Yosano Akiko: Translated by Sam Hamill & Keiko Matsui Gibson (via yama-bato & theantidote) (via crashinglybeautiful)
Memory
And you wait, await the
one thing
that will infinitely increase
your life;the gigantic, the
stupendous,
the awakening of stones,
depths turned round
toward you.
The volumes in brown and
gold
flicker dimly on the
bookshelves;
and you think of lands
traveled through,
of paintings, of the
garments
of women lost and found.
And then all at once you
know; that was it.
You rise, and there stands
before you
the fear and prayer and
shape
of a vanished year.(from yama-bato)
“We live in this mysterious world as if we understand it and so wonder becomes lost. We live as if we know more than we don’t know and that isn’t true. Each moment of our lives we stand at a crossroads: we can reduce the profound to the mundane or we can intuit the continuous and vital mystery through which we move.”
—G. Bluestone (from Whiskey River) (via crashinglybeautiful)
