“The economic pressures have also turned into intellectual pressures. When humans feel panicked, we tend to become more conservative and risk-averse — we go with the sure thing, rather than the gamble. The problem is that creativity is all about exploratory risk. The goal is to find new things — to go beyond state-of-the-art and to discover or create things that the world has never seen. It’s a contradiction to simultaneously forge into the unknown and to insist on a sure bet.”—
“I don’t want to live – I want to love first and live incidentally.”—Zelda Fitzgerald’s 1919 love letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald, shortly before their wedding, found in Letters of a Nation. (via explore-blog)
“And no Grand Inquisitor has in readiness such terrible tortures as has anxiety, and no spy knows how to attack more artfully the man he suspects, choosing the instant when he is weakest, nor knows how to lay traps where he will be caught and ensnared, as anxiety knows how, and no sharpwitted judge knows how to interrogate, to examine the accused, as anxiety does, which never lets him escape, neither by diversion nor by noise, neither at work nor at play, neither by day nor by night.”—Soren Kierkegaard (via psychotherapy)
“To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury; and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable; and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasion, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony.”—William Ellery Channing (via kbbsunnyfl)
“One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
their bad advice —
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do —
determined to save
the only life you could save.”—The Journey - Mary Oliver
“I am sorry you are so miserable. “Depression’” means literally “being forced downwards.” This can happen even when you don’t consciously have any feeling at all of being “on top”! So I wouldn’t dismiss this hypothesis out of hand.
If I had to live in a foreign country, I would seek out one or…
“The films that, if I’m in a cinema, and I’m watching a movie that answers all the questions that it raises, it’s a film that bores me. In the same way, if I’m reading a book that doesn’t leave me with questions, moving questions, that I feel confronted with, then for me it’s a waste of time. I don’t want to read a book that simply confirms what I already know.”—Michael Haneke on open-ended films (Interview: Michael Haneke)
Let me be plain with you, dear reader. I am an old-fashioned man. I like the world of nature despite its mortal dangers. I like the domestic world of humans, so long as it pays its debts to the natural world, and keeps its bounds. I like the promise of Heaven. My purpose is a language that can pay just thanks and honor for those gifts, a tongue set free from fashionable lies.
—Wendell Berry, opening stanza to “Some Further Words” from New Collected Poems (Counter Point, 2012)
"A mind forever voyaging through a strange sea of thoughts, alone." - and your job is to make the stupid thing voyage as little as possible. Mind is a but a speak of dust on infinity don't make too much of it. MIND IS A LIMITER. Nice blog - Love
Agreed. Keep course, hands and feet inside at all times! Just one of my favorite lines from William Wordsworth. It helps remind me that it is all too easy to be swept up in momentary currents or waves, but still waters is the goal, and I’ll get there when I get there.
Thanks for the shout, glad you enjoy the things that inspire me too. Love right back at you.
You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don’t even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of
the next moment. All the immense
images in me — the far-off, deeply-felt
landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and
unsuspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods—
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.
You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house— , and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,—
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and,
startled, gave back my too-sudden image.
Who knows? Perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening…
I would say a few words in your ear. A doubtful man has little faith. Live a long time and it gets dark, and suddenly you know you don’t know yourself. But I’d say them even so. Since my eyes repeat what they take in: your beauty, your name, the river’s sound, the woods, the soul on its own.
—Vicente Aleixandre, opening lines to “A Few Words,” translated from the Spanish by Stephen Kessler in The American Poetry Review (v.41 no.3, May/June 2012)
“Sitting over words
very late I have heard a kind of whispered sighing
like a night wind in pines or like the sea in the dark
the echo of everything that has ever
still spinning its one syllable
between the earth and silence”—W. S. Merwin, “Utterance” (via litverve)