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  • #1
    Henry Miller
    “...He it is, if any man today possesses the gift, who knows where to dissolve the human figure, who has the courage to sacrifice an harmonious line in order to detect rhythm and murmur of the blood, who takes light that has been refracted inside him and lets it flood the keyboard of color. Behind the minutiae, the chaos, the mockery of life, he detects the invisible pattern; he announces his discoveries in the metaphysical pigment of space. No searching formulae, no crucifixion of ideas, no compulsion other than to create. Even as the world goes to smash there is one man who remains at the core, who becomes more solidly fixed and anchored, more centrifugal as the process of dissolution quickens.”
    Henry Miller

  • #2
    Anaïs Nin
    “The skins matched all the tones of chocolate, coffee and wood. There were many white suits and dresses, and many of those flowered dresses which in the realm of printed dresses stand in the same relation as the old paintings of flowers and fruit done by maiden aunts to a Matisse, or a Braque.”
    Anaïs Nin, Seduction of the Minotaur

  • #3
    Evelyn Waugh
    “...the collection of sombre and bulky objects that had stood in his father's dressing room; indestructable presents for his wedding and twenty-first birthday, ivory, brass bound, covered in pigskin, crested and gold mounted, suggestive of expensive Edwardian masculinity--racing flasks and hunting flasks, cigar cases, tobacco jars, jockeys, elaborate meerschaum pipes, button hooks and hat brushes.”
    Evelyn Waugh

  • #4
    Tom Robbins
    “The price of self-destiny is never cheap, and in certain situations it is unthinkable. But to achieve the marvelous, it is precisely the unthinkable that must be thought.”
    Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume

  • #5
    Susanna Kaysen
    “Viscosity causes the stillness of disinclination; velocity causes the stillness of fascination. An observer can’t tell if a person is silent and still because inner life has stalled or because inner life is transfixingly busy.”
    Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted

  • #6
    Anaïs Nin
    “Fred was afraid of the night, afraid his body would slip away from him, dissolve in that purple velvet with diamond eyes, the tropical night. The tropical night did not lie inert, like a painted movie backdrop, but was filled with whisperings, and seemed to have arms like the foliage.
    Beauty was a drug. The small beach shone like mercury at their feet.”
    Anaïs Nin, Seduction of the Minotaur

  • #7
    Anaïs Nin
    “Djuna concerned only with the longitude, and latitude and altitude of human beings in relation to each other.”
    Anaïs Nin, Seduction of the Minotaur

  • #8
    Anaïs Nin
    “Such obsession with reaching the moon, because they had failed to reach each other, each a solitary planet! In silence, in mystery, a human being was formed, was exploded, was struck by other passing bodies, was burned, was deserted. And then it was born in the molten love of the one who cared.”
    Anaïs Nin, Seduction of the Minotaur

  • #9
    Vincent van Gogh
    “Looking at the stars always makes me dream, as simply as I dream over the black dots representing towns and villages on a map.

    Why, I ask myself, shouldn’t the shining dots of the sky be as accessible as the black dots on the map of France?

    Just as we take a train to get to Tarascon or Rouen, we take death to reach a star. We cannot get to a star while we are alive any more than we can take the train when we are dead. So to me it seems possible that cholera, tuberculosis and cancer are the celestial means of locomotion. Just as steamboats, buses and railways are the terrestrial means.

    To die quietly of old age would be to go there on foot.”
    Vincent van Gogh

  • #10
    Noctis Pen
    “For you, a comet, under a blue sky, leaves trail of color,
    For you, a star, dreams of being able to kiss you, dream to hear your voice
    For you, full moon, keep vigil for you, my girl, keep vigil for you, my love.”
    Miguel Ángel Sáez Gutiérrez «Marino», Zori 2ª Parte

  • #11
    Johannes Bobrowski
    “Like some winter animal the moon licks the salt of your hand,
    Yet still your hair foams violet as a lilac tree
    From which a small wood-owl calls.”
    Johannes Bobrowski

  • #12
    Mircea Eliade
    “It was lunar symbolism that enabled man to relate and connect such heterogeneous things as: birth, becoming, death, and ressurection; the waters, plants, woman, fecundity, and immortality; the cosmic darkness, prenatal existence, and life after death, followed by the rebirth of the lunar type ("light coming out of darkness"); weaving, the symbol of the "thread of life," fate, temporality, and death; and yet others. In general most of the ideas of cycle, dualism, polarity, opposition, conflict, but also of reconciliation of contraries, of coincidentia oppositorum, were either discovered or clarified by virtue of lunar symbolism. We may even speak of a metaphysics of the moon, in the sense of a consistent system of "truths" relating to the mode of being peculiar to living creatures, to everything in the cosmos that shares in life, that is, in becoming, growth and waning, death and ressurrection.”
    Mircea Eliade, The Sacred and the Profane: The Nature of Religion

  • #13
    “For the Earth itself is a blossom, she says,
    on the star tree,
    pale with luminous
    ocean leaves.”
    Rolf Jacobsen

  • #14
    Terry Pratchett
    “What was supposed to be so special about a full moon? It was only a big circle of light. And the dark of the moon was only darkness. But halfway between the two, when the moon was between the worlds of light and dark, when even the moon lived on the edge...maybe then a witch could believe in the moon.”
    Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad
    tags: moon

  • #15
    “Featherweight by Suzy Kassem


    One evening,
    I sat by the ocean and questioned the moon about my destiny.
    I revealed to it that I was beginning to feel smaller compared to others,
    Because the more secrets of the universe I would unlock,
    The smaller in size I became.

    I didn't understand why I wasn't feeling larger instead of smaller.
    I thought that seeking Truth was what was required of us all –
    To show us the way, not to make us feel lost,
    Up against the odds,
    In a devilish game partitioned by
    An invisible wall.

    Then the next morning,
    A bird appeared at my window, just as the sun began
    Spreading its yolk over the horizon.
    It remained perched for a long time,
    Gazing at me intently, to make sure I knew I wasn’t dreaming.
    Then its words gently echoed throughout my mind,
    Telling me:

    'The world you are in –
    Is the true hell.
    The journey to Truth itself
    Is what quickens the heart to become lighter.
    The lighter the heart, the purer it is.
    The purer the heart, the closer to light it becomes.
    And the heavier the heart,
    The more chained to this hell
    It will remain.'

    And just like that, it flew off towards the sun,
    Leaving behind a tiny feather.
    So I picked it up,
    And fastened it to a toothpick,
    To dip into ink
    And write my name.”
    Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

  • #16
    Erin Morgenstern
    “Once, very long ago, Time fell in love with Fate. This, as you might imagine, proved problematic. Their romance disrupted the flow of time. It tangled the strings of fortune into knots.  The stars watched from the heavens nervously, worrying what might occur. What might happen to the days and nights were time to suffer a broken heart? What catastrophes might result if the same fate awaited Fate itself? The stars conspired and separated the two. For a while they breathed easier in the heavens. Time continued to flow as it always had, or perhaps imperceptibly slower. Fate weaved together the paths that were meant to intertwine, though perhaps a string was missed here and there. But eventually, Fate and Time found each other again.  In the heavens, the stars sighed, twinkling and fretting. They asked the Moon her advice. The Moon in turn called upon the parliament of owls to decide how best to proceed. The parliament of owls convened to discuss the matter amongst themselves night after night. They argued and debated while the world slept around them, and the world continued to turn, unaware that such important matters were under discussion while it slumbered.  The parliament of owls came to the logical conclusion that if the problem was in the combination, one of the elements should be removed. They chose to keep the one they felt more important. The parliament of owls told their decision to the stars and the stars agreed. The Moon did not, but on this night she was dark and could not offer her opinion.  So it was decided, and Fate was pulled apart. Ripped into pieces by beaks and claws. Fate’s screams echoed through the deepest corners and the highest heavens but no one dared to intervene save for a small brave mouse who snuck into the fray, creeping unnoticed through the blood and bone and feathers, and took Fate’s heart and kept it safe. When the furor died down there was nothing else left of Fate.  The owl who consumed Fate’s eyes gained great site, greater site then any that had been granted to a mortal creature before. The Parliament crowned him the Owl King. In the heavens the stars sparkled with relief but the moon was full of sorrow. And so time goes as it should and events that were once fated to happen are left instead to chance, and Chance never falls in love with anything for long. But the world is strange and endings are not truly endings no matter how the stars might wish it so.  Occasionally Fate can pull itself together again.  And Time is always waiting.”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea

  • #17
    Aldous Huxley
    “In the end she persuaded him to swallow fou tablets of soma. Five minutes later roots and fruits were abolished; the flower of the present rosily blossomed.”
    Aldous Huxley, Brave New World



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