“I like longing
climbing up the railings of sound and color
catching into my open mouth
the frozen scent
I like my loneliness
than a bridge
embracing the sky with its arms
and my love walking barefoot over the snow”
(Halina Poswiatowska, I like longing)
“The word landed with a stony thud
Onto my still-beating breast.
Nevermind, I was prepared,
I will manage with the rest.
I have a lot of work to do today;
I need to slaughter memory,
Turn my living soul to stone
Then teach myself to live again. . .
I have long had this premonition
Of a bright day and a deserted house. ”
(Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova)
“-What happens when we die?
-We return to the place that we came from.
-I don’t remember where I came from.
-Nor do I.
There is a beauty in the world, though it’s harsher than we expect it to be.”
(Michael Cunningham, The Hours)
– for you dear J.H.B. –
“I remember his eyes. They are just like mine. Every time I look in the mirror I see him. I try not to look at my self too much.”
Inspired by poetry, art, life, imperfections, music, nature, dreams and antiques.
Believes that things should not be in small drawers inside large closets.
As we live our lives forwards, but understand them backwards (as Kierkegaard says).