About life

 

"Protest" de Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1914)

 

Lido por Amanda Palmer.

brainpicker · Amanda Palmer reads "Protest" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1914)

Art is love

 

"Art"

Art is love
That can't be broken
Stolen or lost

It's without hate
Without lies
With only love and honesty
From our daily lives

We do what we love
And make the most of it
To painting and carving
From writing and singing
Art is everywhere
Art is our lives

   — Gary R. Hess

A Nation's Strength

 

A Nation's Strength

Brave men who work while others sleep,

Who dare while others fly...

They build a nation's pillars deep

And lift them to the sky.

—William Ralph Emerson

After the winter

 

After the winter

And we will build a cottage there

Beside an open glade,

With black-ribbed blue-bells blowing near,

And ferns that never fade.

—Claude McKay

Below Zero

 

Below Zero

Though I’m not myself here, that’s okay.

I’ve lost my name,

my last address, the problem

that has kept me up all night this week in winter.

—Jay Parini

Storm fear

Storm fear

Robert Frost


When the wind works against us in the dark,
And pelts the snow
The lower chamber window on the east,
And whispers with a sort of stifled bark,
The beast,
‘Come out! Come out!’—
It costs no inward struggle not to go,
(...)
And my heart owns a doubt
Whether 'tis in us to arise with day
And save ourselves unaided

Forces of imagination

 

Once you start looking at real 

       mushrooms 

       you see art everywhere. 

Brabara Guest

Thanks Yeats

I know about 2am

Because poetry III

Con questa solitudine
infida
e tranquilla
con questa solitudine
di crepe consacrate
di ululati lontani
di mostri di silenzio
di forti ricordi
di luna congelata
di notte per gli altri
di occhi spalancati
con questa solitudine
inutile
e vuota
si può a volte
capire
l'amore.

~Mario Benedetti

Jean-Léon Gérôme, 1890

Because poetry II

Anche il mare
in questo periodo
fa onde che tiene per sé.

Gio Evan

Ivan Aivazovsky

Because poetry

(...)

I've been to Hollywood
I've been to Redwood
I crossed the ocean
for a heart of gold

I've been in my mind,
it's such a fine line
That keeps me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.

Neil Young - Heart of Gold - https://youtu.be/u925g6CgKuw

via M. Mantovani

Because poetry IV

"Literature is an axe to break the sea frozen inside us”. Kafka diaries

Because poetry III

there will come a time 
when you’ll love 
somebody 
and not 
know 
why
or
how
words
cannot
hold the
weight of their
smile & that’s when
you’ll start writing poetry

e. e. cummings

Because poetry II

Second Helpings

By John Brehm

I wear my heart on my sleeve,
or rather both sleeves, since
it's usually broken.
Sometimes when I join my hands
to pray, the jagged edges
briefly touch,
like a plate that fell and cracked
apart from being asked
to hold too much.

Because poetry

O meu país sabe a amoras bravas
no verão.
Ninguém ignora que não é grande,
nem inteligente, nem elegante o meu país,
mas tem esta voz doce
de quem acorda cedo para cantar nas silvas.
Raramente falei do meu país, talvez
nem goste dele, mas quando um amigo
me traz amoras bravas
os seus muros parecem-me brancos,
reparo que também no meu país o céu é azul.


Eugénio de Andrade

Because poetry IV

Because poetry III

“Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.”

― W.B. Yeats

via pearl-nautilus

Because poetry II

No, my soul is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches,
its eyes wide open
far off things, and listens
at the shores of the great silence.

- Antonio Machado