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la cotinière, lîle d’oleron, france.

the lighthouse at the end of the world, beagle channel, ushuaia, tierra del fuego, argentina

a cigarette that bears a lipstick’s traces

an airline ticket to romantic places

still my heart has wings

these foolish things remind me of you

 

a tinkling piano in the next apartment

those stumblin’ words that told you what my heart meant

a fairground, painted swings

these foolish things remind me of you

 

you came, you saw, you conquered me

when you did that to me

i knew somehow this had to be

 

the winds of march that made my heart a dancer

a telephone that rings but who’s to answer

oh, how the ghost of you clings

these foolish things remind me of you

some time ago too | dancers

“from time to time, too, and for the space of two or three paces, an image or an echo would rise up from the recesses of time: in the little streets of the beaters of silver and gold, for instance, there was a clear, unhurried tinkling, as if a djinn with a thousand arms was absent-mindedly practising on a xylophone.” 

claude levi-strauss, tristes tropiques

some time ago too | dancers

“from time to time, too, and for the space of two or three paces, an image or an echo would rise up from the recesses of time: in the little streets of the beaters of silver and gold, for instance, there was a clear, unhurried tinkling, as if a djinn with a thousand arms was absent-mindedly practising on a xylophone.” 

claude levi-strauss, tristes tropiques

some time ago

some time ago

w.h. auden on fire island, 1946
(via The Secret Auden by Edward Mendelson | The New York Review of Books)
this is an astonishing story of selflessness and compassion. an inspiration. 

w.h. auden on fire island, 1946

(via The Secret Auden by Edward Mendelson | The New York Review of Books)

this is an astonishing story of selflessness and compassion. an inspiration. 

making summer pudding
(ok, it’s not summer yet, but i saw some green leaves on the trees)
let me know if you’d like my recipe.
i’ll post a pic. of it serving - it takes another twenty four hours.

making summer pudding

(ok, it’s not summer yet, but i saw some green leaves on the trees)

let me know if you’d like my recipe.

i’ll post a pic. of it serving - it takes another twenty four hours.

quantum cloud | antony gormley

quantum cloud | antony gormley

no matter what, nobody can take away the dances you’ve already had.

gabriel garcía márquez

6 March 1927 – 17 April 2014

heteroglossia:

Today consists of too much coffee & too much Schopenhauer, thus the strange combination of a jittery sort of melancholy.

heteroglossia:

Today consists of too much coffee & too much Schopenhauer, thus the strange combination of a jittery sort of melancholy.

perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
and the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
he knew human folly like the back of his hand,
and was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
when he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
and when he cried the little children died in the streets

epitaph to a tyrant

w.h. auden

a real book is not one which we read, it is one that reads us
w. h. auden
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