Rebuilding universes out here from a red chair.
'slept all night in the cedar grove
I was born to ramble, born to rove'
—Tom Waits
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Rebuilding universes out here from a red chair.
'slept all night in the cedar grove
I was born to ramble, born to rove'
—Tom Waits
Our thoughts are forming the world.
—A teabag
The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.
—Nietzsche
I brought, from my walk yesterday, a purple thistle and a dandelion cluster home with me, and drew them both in great and loving detail; I also did a rather bad drawing of a teapot and some chestnuts, but will improve with practice; it gives me such a sense of peace to draw; more than prayer, walks, anything. I can close myself completely in the line, lose myself in it.
—from a letter to Ted Hughes, Oct 1956
"The girl dreams she is dangerously ill. Suddenly birds come out of her skin and cover her completely... swarms of gnats obscure the sun, the moon, and all the stars except one. That one star falls upon the dreamer."
—Carl Jung
You are my inspiration and my folly.
You are my light across the sea, my million nameless joys, and my day’s wage.
You are my divinity, my madness, my selfishness, my transfiguration and purification.
You are my rapscallionly fellow vagabond, my tempter and star.
I want you.
—George Bernard Shaw
Setting up a studio space before knowing what I shall do in here. Follow the mystery~
Wherever I am, the world comes after me. It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it. Now I understand why the old poets of China went so far and high into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.
—Mary Oliver
And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.
—Kurt Vonnegut
I love this little dear until my heart feels like it might burst.