December 2008
55 posts
Goethe's Faust
WAGNER
When in his study pent the whole year through, 185 Man views the world, as through an optic glass, On a chance holiday, and scarcely then, How by persuasion can he govern men?
FAUST
If feeling prompt not, if it doth not flow Fresh from the spirit’s depths, with strong control 190 Swaying to rapture every listener’s soul, Idle your toil; the chase you may forego! Brood o’er your task!...
homesick
but it will be cured in due time
Memory 3
She described the song as lighthearted. A bit like the old days in her village with all the youth coming out and dancing. A bit folksy but festive at the same time.
“Let your eyes look straight ahead,
fix your gaze directly before you.”
– PROVERBS 4:25 NIV
Being nostalgic
is almost painful at times. There were so many good memories and the joys of being someone better. But there is always something new the next day, the possibility of Better (not necessarily more or sucess) and of Good. The possiblity of change for the better.
(The discolored photgraphs are fading and the memory as well If I could remember everything and the look on your face that would be swell)
Kings upon the main
But grace can still be found within the gale With fear and reverence raise your ragged sail
The thrush of blessings
which flew into my life and settled has been aroused again. And I wish I could cry as a sign of many thanks but I can’t. But He knows how I mean, anyway.
Thank You.
Favorite 11
CHRISTMAS CAROLS. I’ve never thought much about them, but recently I’ve starting (mediocrely) belting them out, and it’s the first time I’ve really noticed the lyrics. They are filled with literary and poetic goodness, and I will post some up for you to marinate in asap.
I'm placing my faith
and (un)resting in peace.
Nevland poetry →
“Your Story”. listen to “No One Told Me” if you can, too.
repost 2
eaueau:
soleil moon voler voler bonjour goodbye au revoir aloha searching everywhich way rever currently: truly missing my old ambitions and France what happened to feeling infinite? what happened to the big house of love where people could come anytime to find peace and feel love and give love and bake cookies with that special ingredient and watercolor paint their dreams? what happened to that...
We the affluent youth spend like prodigal son forsooth
“Stare into the Sun until you can see clear again.”
why is exclusive so appealing so elusive? Please; don’t be so delusive. —- community vs. too much individualism
please; have faith. not in the words of man saying all the things you can but just believe there’s hope bigger than the stuff found in your dope.
something’s wrong and you won’t tell me Please don’t keep it in —it’s not healthy.
the house erupted in tears
after receiving the phone call she tried to hide it at first by trying to block the tears and letting it sink and settle before she told them she told them they were in disbelief and his eyes started to water and then the sobs and “Why? Why now?” came and it was all so emotional. Now she (the other she) started crying those sobs that came from deep inside the body The sobs that...
Our humble humming motor approached the lights embedded into the darkness. As we neared it they got higher, more unreachable with every closing meter. But it was just an illusion. The lights were actually just habitats in the mountains, and they were as unreachable as nothing. A simple drive en route the brambled path and we’d be there. The loftiest aren’t the hardest to reach. If...
the stars were all aligned just a few nights ago.
and I am bewildered as to why the heavens bless me so. Utterly at a loss for words to be honest.
The nerves are starting to kick in
Let’s hope I’m not kicking trust out.
progenitors
1 he: loved art, was quick & careless at times, and could never sit still. a bit impatient. 1 she: was shy and eager to please, and talked louder than she should’ve at times, but well-meaning nonetheless. 2 he: liked going outdoors and joking around, he liked to run and fears much. 2 she: movie star beauty in her youthful days, pictures like marilyn (almost). quick temper, loves to talk...
The Reason for the Season
It was a long day and everyone sat in the car in the dark after a discussion about God. Most of us fell asleep. And then the car rolled into the gas station and the lights stung our eyes which were sticky from being shut so long in the darkness. It hurt at first. Then our eyes adjusted and we took our bathroom breaks and waited in the cold for others. And I looked at the window of the snack shop...
most importantly
her writing on the wall: when did the future switch from being a promise to being a threat?
another's response: it never did --there's always hope
she: I think as I'm getting older I'm getting more closed up & afraid of sharing my beliefs because i think others wont care or they'll just want me to shut up or something
he: I care deeply and I my mind is heavily troubled on such higher matters and I remain open as to garner the wisdom found in everyone's lies
our minds are heavy our hearts heavier still and our hands the heaviest with the things that kill
WatchBeautiful voice and cool colors.
(amazing!) Paper Sculpture →
embers and envelopes
To write this down as means to reconcile
Self assigned photo-assignment
Well, I’m taking on the challenge I’m giving myself: Take a stab at fashion photography (and try not to involve really really thin models)
Advice to young photographers →
Go on
step outside your front door. And if you don’t have a home then just look up See the sky, it is blue. And see these words? Well they’re nothing new Just different arrangements of a few lines but they make up so much more.
When wrong is made Right
I said my apologies and my heart felt lighter than ever. Funny how the weightiest matters aren’t even physical.
quit yelling
“‘It is never hopeless. But sometimes I cannot hope. I try always to hope...”
– A FAREWELL TO ARMS.
Memory 2
I bragged today and I wish I didn’t. But there’s no going back now; the only thing we can do is change for the better.
Memory 1
Mom taking a liking to The Postal Service, & groovin’ to it in the car
Favorite 10
lights in the sky (skylights? not necessarily)
“I know that you can’t live on hope alone, but without it, life is not worth...”
– Harvey Milk (reblogged from kenneth)
Favorite 9
When people instill a sense of good hope
Favorite 8
Dark, royal blue
http://practise.tumblr.com →
oh, because you’d love to read “dense” sentences filled with grandiloquent words. Sorry — I’m killing that word a bit, aren’t I?
Torture by Wislawa Szymborska
Nothing has changed. The body is susceptible to pain, it must eat and breathe air and sleep, it has thin skin and blood right underneath, an adequate stock of teeth and nails, its bones are breakable, its joints are stretchable. In tortures all this is taken into account.
Nothing has changed. The body shudders as it shuddered before the founding of Rome and after, in the twentieth century...
I looked up "classic" on google images
And I mostly got iPods and nikes.
“We were all a little detached, and there was nothing that held us together...”
– In Another Country by Ernest Hemingway
can’t stop writing can’t start writing