The Peace of Wild Things

“When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”
Wendell Berry

The untainted nature; the poet;
wild;
a light heart and a free mind.
Sometimes hope.

cavetocanvas:

Michaël Borremans, Various ways of avoiding visual contact with the outside world using yellow isolating tape, 1998

cavetocanvas:

Michaël BorremansVarious ways of avoiding visual contact with the outside world using yellow isolating tape, 1998

likeafieldmouse:

Karl Friedrich Schinkel - Starry Sky for the Queen of the Night (1815)
Set design for Mozart’s opera The Magic Flute

likeafieldmouse:

Karl Friedrich Schinkel - Starry Sky for the Queen of the Night (1815)

Set design for Mozart’s opera The Magic Flute

You know what despair is; then winter should have meaning for you.
Louise Gluck, Snowdrops 


[The] major world powers, new and old, also face a novel reality: while the lethality of their military might is greater than ever, their capacity to impose control over the politically awakened masses of the world is at a historic low. To put it bluntly: in earlier times, it was easier to control one million people than to physically kill one million people; today, it is infinitely easier to kill one million people than to control one million people.[1]

- Zbigniew Brzezinski

Former U.S. National Security Advisor

"The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the manipulation of words. If you can control the meaning of words, you can control the people who must use the words."

Philip K. Dick  on reality and media manipulation

nobody can save you but
yourself.
you will be put again and again
into nearly impossible
situations.
they will attempt again and again
through subterfuge, guise and
force
to make you submit, quit and/or die quietly
inside.

nobody can save you but
yourself
and it will be easy enough to fail
so very easily
but don’t, don’t, don’t.
just watch them.
listen to them.
do you want to be like that?
a faceless, mindless, heartless
being?
do you want to experience
death before death?

nobody can save you but
yourself
and you’re worth saving.
it’s a war not easily won
but if anything is worth winning then
this is it.

think about it.
think about saving your self.

Charles Bukowski, “Nobody But You” (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: larmoyante)


largerloves:

“My first memory is of light — the brightness of light — light all around.” 
― Georgia O’Keeffe

largerloves:

“My first memory is of light — the brightness of light — light all around.” 

― Georgia O’Keeffe

Angry, and half in love with you, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby 

(Source: lokoprincess)


Margaret Atwood, excerpt from “The Shadow Voice”

My shadow said to me: 

what is the matter

Isn’t the moon warm

enough for you

why do you need

the blanket of another body?