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DADAism. Surrealist. Existentialist. Baroque sensibility. Whoopee cushion. Sartre. Faulkner. James Joyce. Retro! Mod! Vintage! Just about anything performed by Glenn Gould and listening to jazz on vinyl in a little yellow house.
November 11, 2025 at 12:21 AM
“Joy is the infallible sign of the presence of God.”
—Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
—Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
October 25, 2025 at 8:08 PM
“Joy is the infallible sign of the presence of God.”
—Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
—Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
“Man is a centaur, a tangle of flesh and mind, divine inspiration and dust.”
— Primo Levi
— Primo Levi
October 23, 2025 at 11:19 PM
“Man is a centaur, a tangle of flesh and mind, divine inspiration and dust.”
— Primo Levi
— Primo Levi
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.”
Mary Oliver, A Poetry Handbook
Mary Oliver, A Poetry Handbook
September 10, 2025 at 6:52 PM
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.”
Mary Oliver, A Poetry Handbook
Mary Oliver, A Poetry Handbook
“Often I am permitted to return to a meadow
as if it were a given property of the mind
that certain bounds hold against chaos.”
—Robert Duncan
as if it were a given property of the mind
that certain bounds hold against chaos.”
—Robert Duncan
July 22, 2025 at 11:16 PM
“Often I am permitted to return to a meadow
as if it were a given property of the mind
that certain bounds hold against chaos.”
—Robert Duncan
as if it were a given property of the mind
that certain bounds hold against chaos.”
—Robert Duncan
July 14, 2025 at 11:09 PM
Epitaph on a Tyrant" by W.H. Auden
"He knew human folly like the back of his hand."
"He knew human folly like the back of his hand."
July 13, 2025 at 12:15 PM
Epitaph on a Tyrant" by W.H. Auden
"He knew human folly like the back of his hand."
"He knew human folly like the back of his hand."
Woman with frog brooch. 🐸
June 1, 2025 at 1:52 PM
Woman with frog brooch. 🐸
“I am no philosopher, prophet, or theologian but a man who has seen something and who goes to a window and points to what he has seen.”
—Martin Buber
—Martin Buber
May 23, 2025 at 12:38 PM
“I am no philosopher, prophet, or theologian but a man who has seen something and who goes to a window and points to what he has seen.”
—Martin Buber
—Martin Buber
Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.
– Mark Strand
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.
– Mark Strand
April 15, 2025 at 11:40 AM
Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.
– Mark Strand
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.
– Mark Strand
Because it’s a Philip Glass sort of day. 🤞❤️
March 18, 2025 at 11:45 AM
Because it’s a Philip Glass sort of day. 🤞❤️
And you thought eggs were hard to come by. 🤓
March 9, 2025 at 12:13 PM
And you thought eggs were hard to come by. 🤓
March 4, 2025 at 12:27 PM
February 24, 2025 at 1:46 AM
