Happy New Year 2011

it is not heard at all, but you are the music
while the music lasts

TS Eliot, The Dry Salvages

   
via: audreyhepburncomplex 
Source: shescoastal

No. One

“I left my warm, studio apartment to have coffee with a friend, wearing my waterproof boots, fluffy down jacket, wool hat, and oversized scarf I had gotten as an early Christmas present from my girlfriend. The snowstorm that morning was the beginning of the coldest winters New York had seen in over 20 years.  I hurried to the park that’s between our two tiny apartments, knowing that I would get some beautiful images of the new snow. This was the only picture I took that day.”


Resolution for the New Year 2011:
No. 1 - do something.

— Ryan Adams Archive
mianoti via anunreliablewitness, snowce

Source: roamin

white nights

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights

via: l'enfant de Marx et de Coca-Cola

the world’s heart breaks beneath its wars

_{Red Moon Winter Solstice, Dec. 21, 2010}

Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too,
 The world’s heart breaks beneath its wars,
All things are changed, save in the east
 The faithful beauty of the stars.

more images/slideshow: The New York Times - 2010 The Year in Pictures

Sara Teasdale, 1884-1933. From Flame and Shadow, 1920.

text: evencleveland

ghost trees

the albino redwood 

"ghost trees"via npr

Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!!

via:heartbeatoz

a year of nights with wondering.

every day, every day i hear enough to fill a year of nights with wondering.

 

text; Denise Levertov

image: the drifter and the gypsy

the map of the true part

“A map of the true part of you, reader, would show every place where you have been from your birthplace to the place where you sit now reading this page… And when every place where you have ever been on every day of your life has been marked on the map of the true part of you, why then, reader, the map has been barely marked. There are still to mark all those places you have dreamed of yourself seeing or remembering or dreaming about.”

—

Gerald Murnane, Inland (via invisiblestories)

image: mianoti: Rune Guneriussen “Along with the weather they came” Source: Lands of Lost Lamps on MMM [Personal projects: there are lands I cannot reach]

the key to the whole mystery

 Le Mont Saint Michel

  “This also happened to me at noon when I went for a walk in the mountains, stood half-way up the mountain-side, with huge, old, resinous pines all around me; high up on the top of a precipitous cliff there were the ruins of an old medieval castle; our little village was far, far below, hardly visible; the sun shone brightly, the sky was blue, and everything around was terribly still. … It was there that I seemed to hear some mysterious call to go somewhere, and I could not help feeling that if I went straight on and on, and kept going for a long, long time, I should reach the line where sky and earth met and find the key to the whole mystery there and at once discover new life, a life a thousand times more splendid and more tumultuous than ours.”

—

The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoyevsky theuglyearring via thechocolatebrigad

image: (crashinglybeautiful, kateoplis)

I see angels every day

Hiroshi Watanabe

Series: I see angels every day
One summer day of July 2001, I walked into the building of San Lázaro Psychiatric Hospital. This colonial building was made in 1751 as a house for poor, homeless, sick, mental illness, leprosy patients, and abandoned children. I was told its name, San Lázaro, came from Lázaro, who was a leprosy helper in the Bible. After changes of many years, it is now a three-story massive building standing on a steep hillside of the old colonial section of Quito, Ecuador. I heard about this hospital while I was working on another project in Ecuador, and since then something had been urging me to photograph there. I finally asked Trinidad, my good friend in Ecuador, to take me to the hospital. With its aged high white walls, I somehow imagined inside to be a bit of chaos, like the last scene of the movie “Amadeus”. But when I went inside, the first thing I saw was a courtyard, simple and peaceful with a fountain in the middle, and there were several people standing quietly. I wondered if they were patients. Mostly, I was surprised at the calmness. We went upstairs to the women’s section and entered a large room with evenly spaced beds lined up on both sides, and there were many patients. Some are walking around, and some are sitting on beds, while others are sleeping. As we walked by, a woman started to walk side by side with us. I see her eyes full of excitement and curiosity. She follows us around to the outside of the room and started to talk. She kept talking without stop and complained about her toothache every 5 minutes. When we were finally about to leave her, she said, “Do you see the angels? Have you seen the angels?” and she declared, “I see angels every day.”

  via: mianoti

Many stars lined up hoping you'd notice

  "Many stars lined up hoping you'd notice,/
A wave rose toward you/out of the past/
or a violin/
offered itself/as you passed an open window/
These were instructions,

your mission/But could you perform it?/

Weren't you always 

distracted/waiting for something..."

 "And we

              who always think

                            of happiness rising

would feel the emotion

               that almost startles us

                              when a happy thing falls."

David Young, trans. ~Rilke, Duino Elegies
                
harrietbrown:

Crime Without Passion (The Furies), 1934.  Dir. Slavko Vorkapich.

colettesaintyves reblogged harrietbrown:

“There is another world..."

 “There is another world, and it is in this one.”

—	Paul Éluard (via invisiblestories, aperfectcommotion)

image: Édouard Boubat [see more here]

via firsttimeuser

I will make you a present of the whole world

He was dragging along some pointed flat pieces of ice, which he laid together in all possible ways, for he wanted to make something with them; just as we have little flat pieces of wood to make geometrical figures with, called the Chinese Puzzle. Kay made all sorts of figures, the most complicated, for it was an ice-puzzle for the understanding. In his eyes the figures were extraordinarily beautiful, and of the utmost importance; for the bit of glass which was in his eye caused this. He found whole figures which represented a written word; but he never could manage to represent just the word he wanted–that word was “eternity”; and the Snow Queen had said, “If you can discover that figure, you shall be your own master, and I will make you a present of the whole world and a pair of new skates.”

The Snow Queen, Hans Christian Andersen

the theuglyearring 

source: medicinals:

Joni Mitchell, 1976
Photo by Joel Bernstein

self portrait #1 - Zoey

On a cloud I saw a child...

image; Zoey

Songs of Innocence, William Blake

the sleigh track of the lost

Albert Renger-Patzsch, Mountain Forest in Winter, 1926
 Image/text(source: lushlight)(via invisiblestories reblogged arsvitaest)


“Snowfall, denser and denser,
dove-coloured as yesterday,
snowfall, as if even now you were sleeping.
White, stacked into distance.
Above it, endless,
the sleigh track of the lost.
Below, hidden,
presses up
what so hurts the eyes,
hill upon hill,
invisible.
On each,
fetched home into its today,
and I slipped away into dumbness:
wooden, a post.
There: a feeling,
blown across by the ice wind
attaching its dove- its snow-
coloured cloth as a flag.”

what we have lost

"...because we are also what we have lost." 

- Amores Perros, Lucha de Gigantes


 image:philguillou:

Photoshoot by Thea Curtis

Source: philguillou
via lushlight:

out of my rational mind

My understanding of the fundamental laws of the universe, said Albert Einstein, did not come out of my rational mind.

mianoti:
 thanks to tumblr:

(Source: catherinewillis reblogged mianoti: crashinglybeautiful + victoriazendo)
Image: Philippe Petit
via invisiblestories

time to find the perfect tree...

 

"One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.


All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find. In goes my hand into that wool-white bell-tongued ball of holidays resting at the rim of the carol-singing sea,..."

 

A Child's Christmas in Wales ~ Dylan Thomas

image here via:shinyslingback reblogged thegreyghost

holiday red/shopping bags

Los Carpinteros, Untitled, 2009, Watercolor on paper, 29 3⁄4 x 44 inches, The Collection of Diane and Bruce Halle

Los Carpinteros, Mancha de Bolsas Rojas, 2006, Watercolor on paper, 29 3⁄4 x 44 inches, Collection of William and Anne Palmer, New York

Marco Castillo and Dagoberto Rodríguez, of the Havana-based collective Los Carpinteros (The Carpenters), create surrealist-inspired sculptures, large-scale installations, and drawings that hover between architecture and furniture, functionality and uselessness. Structurally beautiful and often humorous, Los Carpinteros’s work confronts viewers, forcing them to question the production and meaning of the furnishings—themselves icons of modernist commerce—that populate our lives. 
via: Tang Museum, Skidmore

presents

“ “What is by now evident and clear is that neither future nor past exists, and it is inexact language to speak of three times - past, present and future. Perhaps it would be exact to say: there are three times, a present of things past, a present of things present, a present of things to come. In the soul there are these three aspects of time, and I do not see them anywhere else. The present considering the past is memory, the present considering the present is immediate awareness, the present considering the future is expectation.” ”

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catherinewillis: —

Saint Augustine (tnx chrbutler)

image: here