three well-aimed arrows

her looks were what a good friend would not comment on.

"Remember, Rosa, that every day you quicken into motion waves that undulate on to the very confines of existence; you stir up waves that break upon the shores of eternity itself.  And it is of much importance whether they are waves of brightness that are radiated, bearing light and fragrance far and wide, or whether they are waves of gloom, carrying misery and misfortune to loosen pent-up glaciers that will create an Ice Age of the national heart. 

Consider love in its perfect form, in its unconditional sacrifice, its affinity with all that is loftiest and most magnanimous in the soul of man.  Consider the force it opposes to everything evil and impure.  Consider the power of love, how the hovel is transformed into a palace, how chill winter becomes radiant summer, how poverty itself becomes a very bed of roses.”

Independent People, Halldor Laxness

Whatever hope is yours,Was my life also; I went hunting wildAfter the wildest beauty in the world,Which lies not calm in eyes, or braided hair,But mocks the steady running of the hour,And if it grieves, grieves richlier than here.

Whatever hope is yours,
Was my life also; I went hunting wild
After the wildest beauty in the world,
Which lies not calm in eyes, or braided hair,
But mocks the steady running of the hour,
And if it grieves, grieves richlier than here.

cancel all operations tell your friends to cool it hey lady meet my mum and dad you’re a strange aberration in this land of potted plants and box-like houses where the girls like mouses breathe a long sigh of resignation you resign yourself to keep on growing like the seeds you’re sowing you’re a strange apparition in this land of grammar schools and gala days the ladies set in their ways you had a long conversation with the kid next door he’s a little slow but in your favor it shows cancel all operations tell your friends to move out to the sticks

This is what I mean when I said that we knew the hussar. It only applied to this first sighting. The love that followed was an echo, just as all our love is basically a continued search for the fading echo of a call of secret recognition.

An Ermine In Czernopol - Gregor von Rezzori

[benjamin franklin]

[benjamin franklin]

today i had a blemish

today i had a blemish