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header: Alice Oswald, Falling Awake
header: Alice Oswald, Falling Awake
Pinned
I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.
Sylvia Plath, The Morning Song
A far sea moves in my ear.
Sylvia Plath, The Morning Song
To hear, one must be silent.
Ursula Le Guin
Ursula Le Guin
February 3, 2026 at 10:39 AM
To hear, one must be silent.
Ursula Le Guin
Ursula Le Guin
When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.
Ansel Adams
Ansel Adams
February 3, 2026 at 10:18 AM
When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.
Ansel Adams
Ansel Adams
"Utterance"
W.S. Merwin
The Rain in the Trees, 1987
W.S. Merwin
The Rain in the Trees, 1987
February 3, 2026 at 10:12 AM
"Utterance"
W.S. Merwin
The Rain in the Trees, 1987
W.S. Merwin
The Rain in the Trees, 1987
The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude.
Aldous Huxley
Aldous Huxley
February 3, 2026 at 8:42 AM
The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude.
Aldous Huxley
Aldous Huxley
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
William Blake
William Blake
February 3, 2026 at 8:34 AM
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
William Blake
William Blake
good morning, coffee with bergamot lemon
Odilon Redon, 1897
Odilon Redon, 1897
February 3, 2026 at 7:57 AM
good morning, coffee with bergamot lemon
Odilon Redon, 1897
Odilon Redon, 1897
Winter (VI)
Mikalojus Konstantinas
Curlionis, 1907
Mikalojus Konstantinas
Curlionis, 1907
February 3, 2026 at 7:45 AM
Winter (VI)
Mikalojus Konstantinas
Curlionis, 1907
Mikalojus Konstantinas
Curlionis, 1907
Night
Gustave Moreau, 1880
Gustave Moreau, 1880
February 2, 2026 at 5:18 PM
Night
Gustave Moreau, 1880
Gustave Moreau, 1880
Selva Oscura
Art: Mikalojus Konstantinas
Ciurlionis, 1907
Art: Mikalojus Konstantinas
Ciurlionis, 1907
February 2, 2026 at 5:08 PM
Selva Oscura
Art: Mikalojus Konstantinas
Ciurlionis, 1907
Art: Mikalojus Konstantinas
Ciurlionis, 1907
We ran as if to meet the moon.
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
February 1, 2026 at 7:48 PM
We ran as if to meet the moon.
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
one bird singing to the moon
February 1, 2026 at 5:42 PM
one bird singing to the moon
the subterranean sky
February 1, 2026 at 1:36 PM
the subterranean sky
mist and moon
Adolph Gottlieb, 1961
Adolph Gottlieb, 1961
February 1, 2026 at 9:05 AM
mist and moon
Adolph Gottlieb, 1961
Adolph Gottlieb, 1961
Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself -
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.
Mark Strand, Lines for Winter
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself -
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.
Mark Strand, Lines for Winter
February 1, 2026 at 8:47 AM
Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself -
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.
Mark Strand, Lines for Winter
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself -
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.
Mark Strand, Lines for Winter
The salvation of this human world lies nowhere else than in the human heart, in the human power to reflect, in human meekness and human responsibility.
Václav Havel, 21/2/1990
Václav Havel, 21/2/1990
February 1, 2026 at 8:23 AM
The salvation of this human world lies nowhere else than in the human heart, in the human power to reflect, in human meekness and human responsibility.
Václav Havel, 21/2/1990
Václav Havel, 21/2/1990
We taste and teel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
Yeats
Yeats
February 1, 2026 at 8:15 AM
We taste and teel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
Yeats
Yeats
There are, indeed, things that cannot be put into words. They make themselves manifest. They are what is mystical.
Wittgenstein
Wittgenstein
February 1, 2026 at 7:58 AM
There are, indeed, things that cannot be put into words. They make themselves manifest. They are what is mystical.
Wittgenstein
Wittgenstein
XV
We, the mortals, touch the metals,
the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,
knowing they will go on, inert or burning,
and I was discovering, naming all these things:
it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
Still Another Day
Pablo Neruda; tr. William O’Daly
We, the mortals, touch the metals,
the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,
knowing they will go on, inert or burning,
and I was discovering, naming all these things:
it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
Still Another Day
Pablo Neruda; tr. William O’Daly
January 31, 2026 at 8:31 PM
XV
We, the mortals, touch the metals,
the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,
knowing they will go on, inert or burning,
and I was discovering, naming all these things:
it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
Still Another Day
Pablo Neruda; tr. William O’Daly
We, the mortals, touch the metals,
the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,
knowing they will go on, inert or burning,
and I was discovering, naming all these things:
it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
Still Another Day
Pablo Neruda; tr. William O’Daly
Illusion of Always
Fragment, 8th century
Fragment, 8th century
January 31, 2026 at 7:39 PM
Illusion of Always
Fragment, 8th century
Fragment, 8th century
A Flight of Angels
William Young Ottley (unknown date)
William Young Ottley (unknown date)
January 31, 2026 at 7:21 PM
A Flight of Angels
William Young Ottley (unknown date)
William Young Ottley (unknown date)
Wallace Stevens, Harmonium
January 31, 2026 at 5:16 PM
Wallace Stevens, Harmonium
When we speak the word "life," it must be understood we are not referring to life as we know it from its surface of fact, but to that fragile, fluctuating center which forms never reach.
Antonin Artaud
Sun Through Tree
Arthur Dove, 1934
Antonin Artaud
Sun Through Tree
Arthur Dove, 1934
January 31, 2026 at 1:49 PM
When we speak the word "life," it must be understood we are not referring to life as we know it from its surface of fact, but to that fragile, fluctuating center which forms never reach.
Antonin Artaud
Sun Through Tree
Arthur Dove, 1934
Antonin Artaud
Sun Through Tree
Arthur Dove, 1934
