Fjord falls near Bergen, Norway
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Gray days on the fjords of Norway
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Bear Mountain, New York in Autumn. Walt Whitman statue pictured.
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The chestnut by the eaves
In magnificent bloom
Passes unnoticed
By men of the world
Basho, Narrow Road to the Deep North (via american-gael)
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- Quote from the song “October” by U2
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Dead in living hands.
I reinterred the
unbinding leaves
Imagining my soiled fingers
Among the last.
I am duty-bound now,
Knowing. Unworthy.
I bear witness
To my fraternal Celt:
Soldier-priest,
Warrior-poet.
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La forêt est splendide. Les feuilles mortes portent à la rêverie; les vertes parlent de l'espérence et de la Celtie.
Yann-Ber Kalloc'h (Jean-Pierre Calloc'h), a letter from the front,
September 1915.
“The forest is splendid. The falling leaves tell of daydreams;
the evergreens speak of hope, and of our Celtic home.”
(via americangael)
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Last year, it seemed Autumn would never come. Finally, as November strode on, the leaves turned in a sudden tumult. For one splendid day the sun drenched Central Park gold. The next day, it was swept bare.
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Montmarte, Paris after rain.
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“..But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.” - Ernest Hemingway
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Paris is a city locked in time.
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“Fools abound but are less in one’s way here.”
-The Poet Ezra Pound, on arriving in Paris from London in 1921.
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Doom: Historical and political. Pessimism. Suicides. The concrete realities of men losing power and money..I saw the headlines. I saw families broken by economic dramas..the changes and havocs brought on by world conditions..I was overwhelmed.
And then, with greater, more furious, more desperate stubbornness I continued to build my individual life, as if it were Noah’s Ark for the deluge. I refused to share the universal pessimism and inertia.
Anaïs Nin, in the 1930s. (via americangael)
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The Eiffel tower in autumn, Paris, France.
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The poet is saying: what am I doing but striking a few little sparks when what the occasion calls for is comet?
Poet Seamus Heaney (via americangael)
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Public spaces. Oslo, Noway.
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