March 2012
UO look (& subsequently, loot)
“I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free.” —Sylvia Plath (via thenocturnals)
How free it is, you have no idea how free.” —Sylvia Plath (via thenocturnals)
“I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has changed and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny, inexhaustible voice, still talking. I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.”
—W. Faulkner’s Address upon Receiving the Nobel Prize for Literature, Stockholm, December 10, 1950. (via franceslilly)
It occurred to me that I really like imagery with nature. The connection of axion of words with the seamless transcendence of time, leaves, branches growing and stretching to the sky…….
I drift off (oft) like this again. And subconscious linking of words. I love words - that’ll just do fine.
