“Real bliss is the absence of the wanting of bliss ”
—
Ramesh S. Balsekar
(via lucifelle)
June 2012
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May 2012
“Empty rhetoric, one-liners, talking points, feel-good notions, banalities, contrivances, and platitudes. The masses spread it on thick to mask the unsavoury taste of the truth.”
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Alan Chapman
(via anarchei)
“He liked the late afternoon light as it dimmed
In the living room, and wouldn’t switch on
The electric lights until past eight o’clock.
His wife complained, called him cheerless, but
It wasn’t a case of melancholy; he just liked
The way things looked in air growing darker
So gradually and imperceptibly that it seemed
The very element in which we live. Every man
And woman deserves one true moment of greatness
And this was his, this Dutch interior, entered
And possessed, so tranquil and yet so busy
With details: the couple’s shed clothes scattered
On the backs of armchairs, the dog chasing a shoe,
The wide open window, the late afternoon light.” —
In the living room, and wouldn’t switch on
The electric lights until past eight o’clock.
His wife complained, called him cheerless, but
It wasn’t a case of melancholy; he just liked
The way things looked in air growing darker
So gradually and imperceptibly that it seemed
The very element in which we live. Every man
And woman deserves one true moment of greatness
And this was his, this Dutch interior, entered
And possessed, so tranquil and yet so busy
With details: the couple’s shed clothes scattered
On the backs of armchairs, the dog chasing a shoe,
The wide open window, the late afternoon light.” —
David Lehman, “Dutch Interior”
(via litverve)
How Filled With Awe By Rachel Naomi Remen Days pass and the years... →
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How Filled With Awe
Days pass and the years vanish and we walk sightless among miracles. Oh Holy One, fill our eyes with seeing and our minds with knowing. Let there be moments when your Presence, like lightning, illumines the darkness in…
“I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.”
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~T.S. Eliott
(via iheartloons)
“There are those who receive as birthright an adequate or at least unquestioned sense of self and those who set out to reinvent themselves, for survival or for satisfaction, and travel far. Some people inherit values and practices as a house they inhabit; some of us have to burn down that house, find our own ground, build from scratch, even as a psychological metamorphosis.”
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Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost (via schadenfreudist,
thank you crashingly beautiful) (via hummingsoftly)
“It is reported that about 30% of the world’s population is unemployed. That’s worse than the Great Depression, but it’s now an international phenomenon. You have 30% of the world unemployed, a huge amount of work that needs to be done just rebuilding the society alone. The people who are unemployed want to do the work, but the system is such a catastrophic failure that it cannot bring together idle hands and work. This is all hailed as a great success, and it is a great success - for a very small sector of the population.”
—Noam Chomsky (via fyeahnoamchomsky)
Mahler: Symphony No.5, IV. Adagietto Sehr Langsam
Wiener Philhamoniker - Leondard Berstein
Gustav Mahler: Symphony No. 5, IV. Adagietto. Sehr Langsam.
Performed by Leonard Bernstein and the Wiener Philhamoniker
Mahler II: Complete Recordings on Deutsche Grammaphon
The piece below was written by Marina Keegan ‘12 for a special edition of the News distributed at the class of 2012’s commencement exercises last week. Keegan died in a car accident on Saturday. She was 22.
Always the promising ones. Always those I yearn to know, laugh with, love, read to, read with, create with, etc. And yet, there is love. To love one you never knew and love them always, as if to say they were, each, unique loves of your life. The tangible is out of reach, but the intangible sparks new drive and passion into tomorrow. Not only must this resonate, it must never subside, or else all is for naught. I carry this love as with other loves. An outspoken voice was silenced. It was more than promising, as Harold Bloom said of her. There was more than activism, acting, playwriting, fiction writing, and leadership. There was more hope with her living among us. One is reminded of mortality in the event of tragedy. I’ll now carry this love into tomorrow and try to live up to its potential. I’ll visit all my loves’ places of rest one day and leave a kiss, as with Oscar Wilde’s grave. The soul weeps, yet there is sunshine, and songbirds sing, so I leave words to feeling and feeling to this piece of music - the Adagietto from Gustav Mahler’s Fifth Symphony - as a means of remembrance and expression of my love.
“When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself.”
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Anaïs Nin
(Henry & June: From the Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin)
“An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle but will never break.”
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Chinese proverb
(via lunaoki)
“I could not think of being unkind, even to a mortal enemy. It would hurt me. I see so much unkindness in the world, and there is no excuse for me to add to it. When you love God, and when you see God in every soul, you cannot be mean. If someone behaves hurtfully toward you, think of the best ways to behave lovingly toward him…”
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Paramahansa Yogananda
(via nirvikalpa)
