Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die. I don’t belong, and, my beloved, neither do you.
"Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it."
-Michel de Montaigne
Time will tell, I suppose, or at least, these pages will.
Imaginary View of the Grande Galerie in the Louvre by Hubert Robert.
There are accepted revolutions, revolutions which are called revolutions; there are refused revolutions, which are called riots.
Victor Hugo, Les Miserables
When Oscar Wilde said, "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars," and, "To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all," and, "The truth is rarely pure and never simple."
23.01.20 Venezia
Allen Ginsberg: Some things, once you've loved them, become yours forever. And if you try to let them go, they only circle back and return to you. They become part of who you are...
Lucien Carr: ...or they destroy you.
“You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.”
-Friedrich Nietzsche
Jorie Graham, from “San Sepolcro”, The Dream of the Unified Field: Selected Poems
how many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?
— Virginia Woolf
A narrow oak staircase shielded by a door, heavy brace beams a nice old brick floor, and a mixture of painted brick and boarding on the walls are all typical ingredients of an old cottage hallway.
English Country Style, 1986