Rabolas's Blog: at sixes and sevens, page 348

André Gonçalves: The Clouds

André Gonçalves: TheClouds / something about dreams

A true piece of writing is...

“A true piece of writing is a dangerous thing…It can change your life.”

- Tobias Wolff (via quotemadness)

Acqua Alta Bookshop (Venice, Italy)

Acqua Alta Bookshop (Venice, Italy) 
This was one of the coolest bookstores I’ve ever been to! I didn’t end up buying anything, because most of the books were in Italian, but it was so awesome to just walk around and take pictures.
In the back area there is a staircase of old books that have been damaged by flooding and painted phrases all over the brick walls. While it was somewhat sad to see all those books ruined it was incredible to see that they’d done something fun with them instead...

Sono nato quando mi sono innamorato del mondo

Ecco la mia traduzione di questa bella poesia di R.M. Drake rmdrk:

Sono nato quando mi sono innamorato del mondo, perché sapevo che da qualche parte avrei trovato qualcuno come te

Arnold Schonberg - Verklarte Nacht op. 4. Rev. (1943) for string orchestra

strangecycleenemy:

(Halexyt)

Time for Schonberg!

strangecycleenemy: (Halexyt) Time for Schonberg!

strangecycleenemy:

(Halexyt)

Time for Schonberg!

I had to go through a time of isolation...

“I had to go through a time of isolation in order to come to terms with who and what I was.”

- James Baldwin, The Art of Fiction No. 78
(via theparisreview)

"I had to go through a time of isolation in order to come to terms with who and what I was."

“I had to go through a time of isolation in order to come to terms with who and what I was.”

- James Baldwin, The Art of Fiction No. 78
(via theparisreview)

gacougnol: Boris IgnatovitchSoviet poet Vladimir...

gacougnol:

Boris Ignatovitch
Soviet poet Vladimir Mayakovsky
1928

lasmicrofisuras: Writing comes like the wind. It’s naked, it’s...

lasmicrofisuras:

Writing comes like the wind. It’s naked, it’s made of ink, it’s the thing written, and it passes like nothing else passes in life, nothing more, except life itself.
—Marguerite Duras.

Via The European graduate School on fb.