Agnes Martin Night Sea, 1963
oil, crayon, and gold leaf on linen, 72 in. x 72 in. (182.88 cm x 182.88 cm); The Doris and Donald Fisher Collection at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art; © Estate of Agnes Martin / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York
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“Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.”
— Sylvia Plath
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― Fight Club (1999)
“With insomnia, nothing seems real. Everything’s far away. Everything’s a copy of a copy of a copy.”
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*~*~*
Adolf Fassbender
The Last Lilly, n.d. - Chromogenic color print
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Nothing is true, everything is permitted
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Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.
Charles Baudelaire
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URban Junk #urban #junk #random #street #scene #tb
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When I put ..my life at risk in order to attain some jouissance, jouissance itself starts to function as a kind of ‘duty’.
..thus ..sometimes the only way to sustain the reign of the pleasure principle is to sacrifice (some excessive) pleasure, and vice versa, the only way to undermine the rule of the pleasure principle is to follow the pleasure to its ..unbearable excess.
- SLAVOJ ZIZEK (via alterities)
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No permanence is ours; we are a wave
That flows to fit whatever form it finds
Hermann Hesse (via purplebuddhaproject)
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As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t. Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself.
Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance (via larmoyante)
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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;—
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
She was a child and I was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me:—
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling
And killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:—
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the side of the sea.
Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe. A complete list of his works.
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We carry the lives we’ve imagined as we carry the lives we have, and sometimes a reckoning comes of all the lives we have lost.
Helen Macdonald, H is for Hawk (via invisiblestories)
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