#diane ackerman

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Diane Ackerman. Robert Lowell. George Abbe. Anne Sexton. Lola Ridge. George Meredith. Sylvia Plath. Frederick Seidel. Charlotte Mew. Countee Cullen. Betty Adcock. Anne Sexton.

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[liquidlightandrunningtrees]

I don’t want to get to the end of my life and find that I have just lived the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.

Diane Ackerman

#quote #diane ackerman #end #life #lived #length #width #quotes

[riverbird]

"A special loneliness comes from exiling ourselves from nature."

Diane Ackerman, Deep Play

#diane ackerman

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

The Milky Way Galaxy’s core photographed during great dark sky conditions over the mountains of WNC.

[Asheville Pictures]

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I’ve got lots of sensibility and no common sense; isn’t it better to lie low while the universe bombards to ride out the pendulation of the seasons straining not so often to embrace the moon. but more to render it embraceable; isn’t it enough that one branch, rocking before a storm, can gather the lines of twilight like threads in cool fresh sheets; and isn’t it enough that all creeks flow seaward; isn’t it enough that riverbanks come in pairs? —Diane Ackerman, Wife of Light

[exhaled-spirals]

#Asheville Pictures #Milky Way Galaxy #Diane Ackerman #Wife of Light #exhaled-spirals #poem #poetry

[bodyalive]

Photo credit: Martin Vorel

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“The brain’s genius is its gift for reflection. What an odd, ruminating, noisy, self-interrupting conversation we conduct with ourselves from birth to death. That monologue often seems like a barrier between us and our neighbors and loved ones, but actually it unites us at a fundamental level, as nothing else can.” Diane Ackerman weaves a rousing narrative of our mind as it relates to the thing “shaped a little like a loaf of French country bread”: our brain.

[The Sun Magazine]

#Martin Vorel #The Sun Magazine #Diane Ackerman #brain #reflection

[pclysemia]

Our sense of smell can be extraordinarily precise, yet it’s almost impossible to describe how something smells to someone who hasn’t smelled it. The smell of the glossy pages of a new book, for example, or the first solvent-damp sheets from a mimeograph machine, or a dead body, or the subtle differences in odors given off by flowers like bee balm, dogwood, or lilac. Smell is the mute sense, the one without words. Lacking a vocabulary, we are left tongue-tied, groping for words in a sea of inarticulate pleasure and exaltation.

Diane Ackerman, A Natural History of the Senses

#smell #senses #fragments #diane ackerman #a natural history of the senses #language

[aemperatrix]

Diane Ackerman

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[dk-thrive]

What an odd, ruminating, noisy, self-interrupting conversation we conduct with ourselves

The brain’s genius is its gift for reflection. What an odd, ruminating, noisy, self-interrupting conversation we conduct with ourselves from birth to death. That monologue often seems like a barrier between us and our neighbors and loved ones, but actually it unites us at a fundamental level, as nothing else can.

—  Diane Ackerman, An Alchemy of Mind: The Marvel and Mystery of the Brain (Scribner; October 4, 2005) (via Wait-What?)

#Diane Ackerman #brain #memory #past #reflection

[johnesimpson]

Summoning a Phoenix, Seeing Your Self in the Flames

Galway Kinnell, Diane Ackerman: 'Summoning a Phoenix, Seeing Your Self in the Flames'

[Image: “Untitled (History Painting)” (2013), by Korakrit Arunanondchai. For his “History Painting” series, says the Nasher Museum of Art’s Web site, “Arunanondchai bleached scraps of denim and set them on fire. The flames were then photographed, printed and placed behind the burnt areas of the fabric, giving the illusion of a continuous, live burn. As documentation of the flames, the photographs function to capture a moment in the denim’s history. They also serve to mend the very holes caused by the fire.”...

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#Diane Ackerman #Galway Kinnell #self-awareness #Korakrit Arunanondchai #flames #phoenix #self-unawareness

[tresfoufou]

Words are small shapes in the gorgeous chaos of the world. But they are shapes, they bring the world into focus, they corral ideas, they hone thoughts, they paint watercolors of perception.

Diane Ackerman

#Diane Ackerman #words

[funeral]

Diane Ackerman, Williamsburg, Virginia

#diane ackerman #poetry

[sehnsuchtz]

from A Natural History of the Senses by Diane Ackerman

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[nerdygaymormon]

#latter gay stories #queerstake #love let’s us fully express ourselves #diane ackerman

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

from Diane Ackerman’s writings today— Deep down, we know our devotion to reality is just a marriage of convenience, and we leave it to the seers, the shamans, the ascetics, the religious teachers, the artists among us to reach a higher state of awareness, from which they transcend our rigorous but routinely analyzing senses and become closer to the raw experience of nature that pours into the unconscious, the world of dreams, the source of myth. ....Our several senses, which feel so personal and impromptu, and seem at times to divorce us from other people, reach far beyond us. They’re an extension of the genetic chain that connects us to everyone who has ever lived; they bind us to other people and to animals, across time and country and happenstance. ....It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery. However many of life’s large, captivating principles and small, captivating details we may explore, unpuzzle, and learn by heart, there will still be vast unknown realms to lure us. If uncertainty is the essence of romance, there will always be enough uncertainty to make life sizzle and renew our sense of wonder. It bothers some people that no matter how passionately they may delve, the universe remains inscrutable. “For my part,” Robert Louis Stevenson once wrote, “I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.” The great affair, the love affair with life, is to live as variously as possible, to groom one’s curiosity like a high-spirited thoroughbred, climb aboard, and gallop over the thick, sun-struck hills every day. Where there is no risk, the emotional terrain is flat and unyielding, and, despite all its dimensions, valleys, pinnacles, and detours, life will seem to have none of its magnificent geography, only a length. It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.

#New Years #mystery #our senses #Diane Ackerman #quotes #reality #Robert Louis Stevenson #adventure

[mavirtute]

It is both our panic and our privilege to be mortal and sense-full. We live on the leash of our senses. Although they enlarge us, they also limit and restrain us, but how beautifully. Love is a beautiful bondage, too.

Diane Ackerman, “A Natural History of the Senses” 

#writing #quotes #diane ackerman

[angeladiazlblog]

Ackerman Diane, “Una historia natural de los sentidos”. 

#una historia natural de los sentidos #diane ackerman #sentido