What I see in nature, is a magnificent structure that we can comprehend only very imperfectly, and that must fill a thinking person with a feeling of humility.Albert Einstein, lifted from a brilliant Utne Reader article
Inventory #62: My Friends by Emmanuel Bove
REGARDING BEING PHOTOGRAPHED AMONG TREES
“It is pleasant to be watched without knowing it, especially when one looks as if one is not paying attention. Once I recognized myself in a photograph in a newspaper, among a crowd. That gave me more pleasure than the finest studio enlargement.” —Emmanuel Bove
I want to talk, but the picture won’t become words. I see myself scattered, every cell miles from the others.Breece D’J Pancake, “Trilobites” (via coyotesnuggly)
The first ten years of my career were very much organized around avoiding failure, but my inadequacies were completely self-constructed. Nobody told me that I couldn’t do something; nobody told me that I couldn’t succeed; I had convinced myself and lived in that self-imposed reality. I think a lot of people do this. They self-sabotage and create all sorts of reasons for not doing things under the misguided assumption that, at some point, they might feel better about themselves and that will finally allow them to take that risk. I don’t think that ever happens. You have to push through it and do it as if you have no other choice—because you don’t. You just don’t.Debbie Millman interviewed by The Great Discontent
You can spend an eternity looking elsewhere for truth and love, intelligence and goodwill, imploring God and man—all in vain. You must begin in yourself, with yourself—this is the inexorable law. You cannot change the image without changing the face. First realize that your world is only a reflection of yourself and stop finding fault with the reflection. Attend to yourself, set yourself right—mentally and emotionally. The physical will follow automatically. You talk so much of reforms: economic, social, political. Leave alone the reforms and mind the reformer. What kind of world can a man create who is stupid, greedy, heartless?
Whatever else it may be, all great art is about art.
What a brilliant man, I’m sad he’s gone.
Nobody teaches moose pedestrian etiquette like “look both ways,” but they figure out pretty quickly that crossing the terrifying asphalt river is safer if you take the beautiful grassy bridge.animal bridges, thanks to filthyphil more here.
We slept when we were tired and if we woke the other one woke too so one was not alone. Often a man wished to be alone and a girl wished to be alone too and if they love each other they are jealous of that in each other, but I can truly say we never felt that. We could feel alone when we were together, alone against the others.Ernest Hemingway (via iswearonmymothersgravy)
Well, when everybody’s going this way, it’s time to turn around and go that way, you know? … I don’t care if they end up shitting gold nuggets, somebody’s got to dig in the damn ground. Somebody’s got to.
Breece D’J Pancake (via literaturesluts)
just finished his book of short stories, and like a great TV series that ended after two seasons too few, he ended his life before all of his stories were told.
so I’m gonna keep listening to that voice that just told me not to try and control the future. because let’s be honest, the future is barreling towards us with fucking fury.el-p on the mishka blog
The alternative to violence is dialogue.Marshall McLuhan, in a 1977 TV interview decoding his famous catchphrase that “the medium is the message.” (via explore-blog)
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No compulsion in the world is stronger than the urge to edit someone else’s document.H. G. Wells (via nevver)
"success, in real life, doesn’t always resemble what it looks like on the menu"
I am the product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books. My father bought all the books he read and he never got rid of any of them. There were books in the study, books in the drawing room, books in the cloakroom, books (two deep) in the great bookcase on the landing, books in a bedroom, books piled as high as my shoulder in the cistern attic, books of all kinds reflecting every transient stage of my parents’ interest, books readable and unreadable, books suitable for a child and books most emphatically not. Nothing was forbidden me. In the seemingly endless rainy afternoons I took volume after volume from the shelves. I had always the same certainty of finding a book that was new to me as a man who walks into a field has of finding a new blade of grass.C.S. Lewis, born today in 1898 (via thelifeguardlibrarian)