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Screw poetry

Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin. — Margaret Atwood: Late Night (via clarity&chaos)

Two fronts

Most women fight wars on two fronts, one for whatever the putative topic is and one simply for the right to speak, to have ideas, to be acknowledged to be in possession of facts and truths, to have value, to be a human being. ” […]

lonely is a freedom

Society is afraid of alonedom, like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements, like people must have problems if, after a while, nobody is dating them. but lonely is a freedom that breaths easy and weightless and lonely is healing if you make it. (via […]

I’m claiming the right to be unhappy

“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.” “In fact,” said Mustapha Mond, “you’re claiming the right to be unhappy.” “All right, then,” said the Savage defiantly, “I’m claiming […]

Once the storm is over

And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you […]

Was aber dann?

Mich dünkt, wir haben diese Angelegenheit von Leben und Tod gewaltig mißverstanden. Mich dünkt, daß das, was man meinen Schatten hier auf Erden heißt, mein wahrer Stoff ist. Mich dünkt, daß wir beim Betrachten geistiger Dinge zu sehr wie die Austern die Sonne durch das […]

Caledonia

Caledonia

There is a land far from this distant shore Where heather grows and Highland eagles soar There is a land that will live ever more Deep inmy heart, my Bonnie Scotland                        – Terry Mechan (Highland Cathedral) [nggallery id=7] See more on Flickr →

Sehnsucht

Sehnsucht

Das ist die Sehnsucht: wohnen im Gewoge und keine Heimat haben in der Zeit. Und das sind Wünsche: leise Dialoge täglicher Stunden mit der Ewigkeit. Und das ist Leben. Bis aus einem Gestern die einsamste von allen Stunden steigt, die, anders lächelnd als die andern […]