février 2011
51 billets
Love is a solitary thing
There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries. Often the beloved is only a stimulus for all the stored-up love which has lain quiet within the lover for a long time hitherto. And somehow every lover knows this. He feels in his soul that his love is a solitary thing. He comes to know a new, strange loneliness and it is this knowledge which makes him suffer. So...
janvier 2011
49 billets
“The thing is not to follow a pattern… The thing is to accept your own life and...”
– Katherine Anne Porter (via theparisreview)
Ce qu'on entend sur la montange...
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Et je me demandai pourquoi l’on est ici, Quel peut être après tout, le but de tout ceci, Que fait l’âme, lequel vaut mieux d’être ou vivre Et pourquoi le Seigneur, qui seul lit à son livre, Mêle éternellement dans un fatal hymen Le chant de la nature au cri du genre humain?
I love Victor Hugo, and I like studying romanticism from a French perspective… but...
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tumblrbot a demandé : WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
What does it say about me that I find this funny?
I laughed a lot while reading this entire list though.
From The Beast’s 50 Most Loathsome Americans of 2010:
1) You Charges: Your brain’s been cobbled together over millions of years of blind evolution and it shows. You’re clumsy, stupid, weak and motivated by the basest of urges. Your MO is both grotesquely selfish and unquestionably deferential to questionable authority. You’re not in...
“Baudelaire sensed the increased intimacy of a house when it is besieged by...”
– So Gaston Bachelard writes in The Poetics of Space as another three inches of snow falls on Cambridge. (via carpentrix)
Spray on clothes??! From Phaidon.
Manel Torres of Fabrican creating one of his figure-hugging spray-on garments
Tests, tests, tests. I bitterly hate them. I wish... →
It's a good feeling...
To walk into a classroom and realize, yes. This IS what I want to do. For now anyway, this is EXACTLY what I want to do. It feels good to do something I’m good at… it’s been a while. But I’m pretty good at teaching, or at least, I feel comfortable doing it, and that’s really nice.
It’s funny though… high school is a strange, strange world. I can see why...
I think I just finished my long overdue French...
Sad thing is…. it’s not really that good.
Guinness is good for you... →
“I told her tea bags were just a convenience for people with busy lives and she...”
– ‘Tis, Frank McCourt (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
“We are born falling. We are conceived in the heavens and die in your sewers. In...”
– Internal Memo: Snow by Christian Lorentzen (via mcnallyjackson)
I miss this. I want to write music again. I want...
I love coffee.
This morning it’s coffee brewed Italian style, with a little hand-frothed milk and homemade vanilla. I’m clearly missing my european tall espressos. Mmmm, delish.
Also, I still listen to Bon Iver on winter mornings, and it is still perfect.
“It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it...”
– The Sweet Far Thing, Libba Bray (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
