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"Niemand, sagte Humboldt, habe eine Bestimmung. Man entschließe sich nur, eine vorzutäuschen, bis man..."

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“Niemand, sagte Humboldt, habe eine Bestimmung. Man entschließe sich nur, eine vorzutäuschen, bis man es irgendwann selbst glaube. Doch so vieles passe nicht dazu, man müsse sich entsetzliche Gewalt antun.”

- Die Vermessung der Welt von Daniel Kehlmann

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iloveaudreytautou: La Délicatesse

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 15:25:00 +0200

iloveaudreytautou:

La Délicatesse

awesomepeoplereading: James Dean reads. theniftyfifties: James...

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 19:58:28 +0100

awesomepeoplereading:

James Dean reads.

theniftyfifties:

James Dean photographed by Richard C. Miller.

"Her face felt like it was scattered in pieces and she could not keep it straight. The feeling was a..."

Mon, 04 Mar 2013 19:54:00 +0100

“Her face felt like it was scattered in pieces and she could not keep it straight. The feeling was a whole lot worse than being hungry for any dinner, yet it was like that. I want - I want - I want - was all that she could think about - but just what this real want was she did not know.”

- The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers

Portrait of Elizabeth I of England, also known as “the Armada...

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Portrait of Elizabeth I of England, also known as “the Armada Portrait” (detail) by George Gower (c.1540–1596)

oil on panel, c.1588

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kateoplis: nprfreshair: Klimt in Syria [via Montana...

Thu, 31 Jan 2013 19:27:00 +0100

kateoplis:

nprfreshair:

Klimt in Syria [via Montana Wojczuk]

Devastatingly beautiful.

"“Say Yes” When two violins are placed in a room if a chord on one violin is struck the..."

Thu, 31 Jan 2013 19:21:56 +0100

“

“Say Yes”

When two violins are placed in a room if a chord on one violin is struck
the other violin will sound the note
If this is your definition of hope
This is for you
The ones who know how powerful we are
Who know we can sound the music in the people around us
simply by playing our own strings
for the ones who sing life into broken wings
open their chests and offer their breath
as wind on a still day when nothing seems to be moving
Spare those intent on proving god is dead

For you when your fingers are red
from clutching your heart
so it will beat faster
For the time you mastered the art of giving yourself for the sake of someone else
For the ones who have felt what it is to crush the lies
and lift truth so high the steeples bow to the sky
This is for you

This is also for the people who wake early to watch flowers bloom
Who notice the moon at noon on a day when the world
has slapped them in the face with its lack of light
For the mothers who feed their children first
and thirst for nothing when they’re full

This is for women
And for the men who taught me only women bleed with the moon
but there are men who cry when women bleed
men who bleed from women’s wounds
and this is for that moon
on the nights she seems hung by a noose
For the people who cut her loose
and for the people still waiting for the rope to burn
about to learn they have scissors in their hands

This is for the man who showed me
the hardest thing about having nothing
is having nothing to give
Who said the only reason to live is to give ourselves away
So this is for the day we’ll quit or jobs and work for something real
We’ll feel for sunshine in the shadows
look for sunrays in the shade

This is for the people who rattle the cage that slave wage built
and for the ones who didn’t know the filth until tonight
But right now are beginning songs that sound something like
people turning their porch lights on and calling the homeless back home

This is for all the shit we own
and for the day we’ll learn how much we have
when we learn to give that shit away
This is for doubt becoming faith
For falling from grace and climbing back up
For trading our silver platters for something that matters
like the gold that shines from our hands when we hold each other

This is for the grandmother who walked a thousand miles on broken glass
to find that single patch of grass to plant a family tree
where the fruit would grow to laugh
For the ones who know the math of war
has always been subtraction
so they live like an action of addition
For you when you give like every star is wishing on you
and for the people still wishing on stars
this is for you too

This is for the times you went through hell so someone else wouldn’t have to
For the time you taught a 14 year old girl she was powerful
This is for the time you taught a 14 year old boy he was beautiful
For the radical anarchist asking a republican to dance
cause what’s the chance of everyone moving from right to left
if the only moves they see are NBC and CBS

This is for the no becoming yes
For scars becoming breath
For saying I love you to people who will never say it to us
For scraping away the rust and remembering how to shine
For the dime you gave away when you didn’t have a penny
For the many beautiful things we do
For every song we’ve ever sung
For refusing to believe in miracles
because miracles are the impossible coming true
and everything is possible

This is for the possibility that guides us
and for the possibilities still waiting to sing
and spread their wings inside us
‘Cause tonight saturn is on his knees
proposing with all of his ten thousand rings
that whatever song we’ve been singing we sing even more
The world needs us right now more than it ever has before
Pull all your strings
Play every chord
If you’re writing letters to the prisoners
start tearing down the bars
If you’re handing out flashlights in the dark
start handing out stars
Never go a second hushing the percussion of your heart
Play loud
Play like you know the clouds have left too many people cold and broken
and you’re their last chance for sun
Play like there’s no time for hoping brighter days will come
Play like the apocalypse is only 4…3…2
but you have a drum in your chest that could save us
You have a song like a breath that could raise us
like the sunrise into a dark sky that cries to be blue
Play like you know we won’t survive if you don’t
but we will if you do
Play like saturn is on his knees
proposing with all of his ten thousand rings
that we give every single breath
this is for saying–yes
This is for saying yes

”

- Andrea Gibson

drawpaintprint: Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres: Virgin of the...

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 20:29:42 +0100

drawpaintprint:

Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres: Virgin of the Adoption (1858)

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"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage."

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 19:34:25 +0100

“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.”

- Anaïs Nin

unhistorical: It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a...

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 19:18:42 +0100

unhistorical:

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.

January 28, 1813: Pride and Prejudice is published.

Jane Austen’s most famous work, a satire of society and manners, was published 200 years ago today. Like all of her works, Pride and Prejudice was published anonymously - Austen was identified on the title page only as “the author of Sense and Sensibility”. Austen completed the original version in 1797. at which point it was entitled First Impressions, but this version was rejected for publication. By 1812 she had apparently revised the manuscript significantly, and it was this version that was eventually published, though under the (equally appropriate) title Pride and Prejudice, so named as to avoid confusion with other novels.

For historical context - Pride and Prejudice was written during the late Georgian era and is typically associated (along with Austen herself) with the Regency era, during which the future king George IV ruled as Prince Regent in his father’s stead. Although this was a time of great political and social change, both at home and abroad, Pride and Prejudice touches sparingly on these issues and instead focuses on the lives of the landed gentry and the not-quite-aristocrats. In addition, the novel cannot be neatly classified into one or the other of the major literary movements of the time; although Austen wrote during the Romantic period, her writing had little in common with the movement. In fact, Charlotte Brontë was a notable critic of the book, citing a lack of passion and emotion as her main complaint:

I had not seen “Pride and Prejudice,” till I read that sentence of yours, and then I got the book. And what did I find? An accurate daguerreotyped portrait of a common-place face; a carefully fenced, highly cultivated garden, with neat borders and delicate flowers; but no glance of a bright, vivid physiognomy, no open country, no fresh air, no blue hill, no bonny beck. I should hardly like to live with her ladies and gentlemen, in their elegant but confined houses.

Perhaps the main difference between the two was that Austen saw the world as a comedy rather than a tragedy (“For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors, and laugh at them in our turn?”).

Full novel online.

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