the-threshold-of-transformation:

An ocean of sorrow surrounds this home
I hope that we make it to shore
As time chips away at the fortress walls
It seems that we weathered the storm

The sun begins to show itself
Revealing victory

mcnallyjackson:

"Men [and womenEd.are not suffering from the lack of good literature, good art, good theatre, good music, but from that which has made it impossible for these to become manifest. In short, they are suffering from the silent, shameful conspiracy (the more shameful since it is unacknowledged) which has bound them together as enemies of art and artist. They are suffering from the act, repeated daily, of keeping up the pretense that they can go their way, lead their lives, without art. They never dreamthey behave as if they never realizethat the reason why they feel sterile, frustrated and joyless is because art (and with it the artist) has been ruled out of their lives. For every artist who has been assassinated thus (unwittingly?) thousands of ordinary citizens, who might have known a normal joyous life, are condemned to lead the purgatorial existence of neurotics, psychotics, schizophrenics. No, the man who is about to blow his top does not have to fix his eye on the Iliad, the Divine Comedy, or any other great model; he has only to give us, in his own language, the saga of his woes and tribulations, the saga of his non-existentialism.” 

—Henry Miller, from Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch.

[NOTE: Pictured above is the ceiling of the Henry Miller Memorial Library, in Big Sur. Looks familiar, no?]

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zwischendenstuehlen:

Well then, let me show you, because that’s what I do for a living.

Right now, it’s this time of the year, and the little ones have just freshly hatched:

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You’ll notice they’re still blind and naked when they hatch. So I make them little coats to keep them warm…

instantinfinity:

Language is a random ascription of symbolic meaning upon the infinite variability of form and void.

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aglaja:

besturlonhere:

you know what really gets my goat?

el chupacabra

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