justthishumanheart

[justthishumanheart]

I don’t have anything to ask you. But I am Joe(and Gertrude) Black’s grandson. With her death I’ve decided to go back and see what I could find on the internet that people may have said about my grandparents in connection with her book. Your hashtags at the end are touching. I hope you well in life and I’m sure my grandfather would be proud of you and humbled to know he affected your life.

This was worth coming back for. Message if you ever want to talk more about your grandparents, I would love to talk about them. My family has a lot of stories about both Joe and Gertrude. I loved them both very dearly. I still remember when the movie "Meet Joe Black" came out he would walk around and tell everyone that they finally made a movie about him, but that he could just give us the real deal. He really was the real deal.

RIP Gertrude. She was always so classy.

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Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven

There's still time to change the road you're on

#✌🏻

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Belladonna of Sadness (1969)

#belladonna of sadness #film #art

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                            like any god -forsaken thing, I want nothing more                                     than my breaths.

—Ocean Vuong, from The Smallest Measure

#ocean vuong #the smallest measure #quote #literature #poetry

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The rest of us keep pretending we’re happy, or else just go numb. We suffer, but not enough. And so we suffer for nothing.

—Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed

#ursula k. le guin #the dispossessed #literature #quote

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Mark Rothko, No. 16 (Red, White, and Brown)

#mark rothko #no. 16 #red white and brown #painting #art

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Fan Ho -  Vision Beyond (1998)

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Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from “The Word for Desire", Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972

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We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 7: 1966-1974

#anaïs nin #literature #quote

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Auguste Rodin, Pierre de Wissant

#auguste rodin #Pierre de Wissant #art #hands

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                                     . . . a gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.

—Richard Siken, from Snow and Dirty Rain

#richard siken #snow and dirty rain #literature #poetry #quote

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Donyale Luna at the David di Donatello film awards, held at the Terme di Caracalla (Baths of Caracalla) in Rome, 29th June 1971.

#omg there's one in color! #donyale luna

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Junk is surrounded by magic and taboos, curses and amulets. I could find my Mexico City connection by radar.

—William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch

#some people really do just have a gift lol #william s. burroughs #naked lunch #literature #quote

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#debbie harry

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Let me tell you: I’m trying to seize the fourth dimension of this instant-now so fleeting that it’s already gone because it’s already become a new instant-now that’s also already gone. Every thing has an instant in which it is. I want to grab hold of the is of the thing. These instants passing through the air I breathe: in fireworks they explode silently in space. I want to possess the atoms of time. And to capture the present, forbidden by its very nature: the present slips away and the instant too, I am this very second forever in the now. Only the act of love—the limpid star-like abstraction of feeling—captures the unknown moment, the instant hard as crystal and vibrating in itself: during love the impersonal jewel of the moment shines in the air, the strange glory of the body, matter made feeling in the trembling of the instants—and the feeling is both immaterial and so objective that it seems to happen outside your body, sparkling on high, joy, joy is time’s material and the essence of the instant. And in the instant is the is of the instant. I want to seize my is. And like a bird I sing hallelujah into the air and my song belongs to no one. But no passion suffered in pain and love is not followed by a hallelujah.

—Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

#It is so easy to lose myself in her stream of consciousness #clarice lispector #água viva #literature #quote #I want to seize my is

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Vincent van Gogh, House at Auvers, details (1890)

#vincent van gogh #House at Auvers #painting #art #fragments

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              His every day is their paradise & their vacation his income his two bus commute out of tropical city to wherever it is he sleeps alone.

—Jon Dambacher @jondambacher, from Someone taught this kid well

#jon dambacher #someone taught this kid well #poetry #literature #quote