Vincent & Aphrodite

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Oscar Cahén, 1951 (via leifpeng)

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theparisreview:

Nature harbors no opinions;
it is we who think of her.
We make sentience

of her indifference, and we communicate
by engineering, adjectives, and awesome
violence. When I arrive

at the island, my soul
will harbor no opinions.
I’ll stop my car

where sea-air and sand-light
become one perception,
all the world my affections, stitched together

by a muster of billboards, the dizzying gulls,
and a drawbridge open in prayer.

—Alan Michael Parker, from “The Island”
Art Credit Margarita Georgiadis

theparisreview:

Nature harbors no opinions;
it is we who think of her.
We make sentience

of her indifference, and we communicate
by engineering, adjectives, and awesome
violence. When I arrive

at the island, my soul
will harbor no opinions.
I’ll stop my car

where sea-air and sand-light
become one perception,
all the world my affections, stitched together

by a muster of billboards, the dizzying gulls,
and a drawbridge open in prayer.

—Alan Michael Parker, from “The Island”
Art Credit Margarita Georgiadis

fragmentedletters:

Opera Paris by Night, 1891, Aleksander Gierymski. Polish (1850 - 1901)

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“Misery is easy. Happiness you have to work at”
- Ondine

tangledupinlace:

satyacake:

“My body that has brought me at least my fair share of pleasure and joy and is still allowing me to have the fantastic experience of life in a carnal body.” — Heather MacAllister (Reva Lucian)

Every time I see Leshaun a wave of gold energy rushes over me

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fantasmicorange:

movementsofthesoul:

In the 1950s, Swiss photographer Robert Frank snapped a photo of a Miami Beach elevator girl gazing upward, lost in thought, which was included in his 1958 photographic road-trip journal “The Americans.”

In the book’s introduction, Jack Kerouac wondered about her, writing, “That little ole lonely elevator girl looking up sighing in an elevator full of blurred demons, what’s her name & address?”

Kerouac never found out, because Sharon Collins only recognized herself as the girl in the photo [12] years ago, when “The Americans” was being exhibited in San Francisco. [She stated,] “I stood in front of this particular photograph for probably a full five minutes, not knowing why I was staring at it. And then it really dawned on me that the girl in the picture was me.”

This makes me think of the following line from On the Road:

“A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.”

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hereby:

i7oda:

You only see what they want you to see, remember that.

whoa

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