Thursday, April 18, 2013

love








 






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 via datura 




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Sunday, April 14, 2013

microgram


mianoti:

“Every sensitive person carries in himself old cities enclosed by ancient walls.”— Robert Walser
Interned in the sanatorium of Herisau (Switzerland), Walser used to write its ‘micrograms’, (undecipherable short texts handwritten in a nano text-size), and doing long walks. On the 25th of December 1956 he was found, dead of a heart attack, in a field of snow near the asylum. 
 


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Every sensitive person carries in himself old cities enclosed by ancient walls. 

—Robert Walser
Interned in the sanatorium of Herisau (Switzerland), Walser used to write ‘micrograms’, (undecipherable short texts handwritten in a nano text-size), and take long walks. On the 25th of December 1956 he was found, dead of a heart attack, in a field of snow near the asylum.



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Friday, April 12, 2013

when death comes






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When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse


to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox:


when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?


And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,


and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,


and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,


and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.


When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.


When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.



–Mary Oliver






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