Something Beautiful, Something True

A Letter, The Poetry Of

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 00:34:00 -0400

The poetry of a letter is written in an imaginary conversation. Anticipating furrowed eyebrows while reading this line, a sliver of a smile reading the next. The poetry of writing a letter is also an exercise of faith. Confessing to a silence that might actually never be broken.

A series of words dropped precariously into a deafening stillness. Some words make pleasant sounds like clinkling china, ‘let’s go on a picnic’. And some others sound like the gentle ‘pop’ of a tulip being plucked on a spring day in a New York City park.

Barely audible and over in a second. I miss you.

Of a Best Friend, The Poetry Of

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 00:07:00 -0400

The poetry of a best friend is a dimple on either cheek- one to hold all the sunshine in the world and the other to hold all the tears her best friend cries over silly boys.The poetry of a best friend is poured into the best possible cup of coffee. French vanilla and secrets brewed to the perfect shade of dark, lightened with half and half and a full serving of jokes for two. The poetry of a best friend is a wordless understanding of the need to walk through a rainstorm to eat a tuna melt on a croissant. The poetry of a best friend is inscribed in a starless sky, while eating cupcakes on wet grass (and passively inhaling some other sort of grass as well). The poetry of a best friend is in everything beautiful about a tea-room- emerald-green dresses and atticus. Served on the finest china. The poetry of a best friend is written in iambic meter in an often poetryless world.

"I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look..."

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 10:31:38 -0400

“I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.”

- Clemence Poesy (via awelltraveledwoman)

fantomas-en-cavale: Henri Matisse in his apartment. Nice,...

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 13:22:00 -0400

fantomas-en-cavale:

Henri Matisse in his apartment. Nice, 1910

"And the poem is not a poem: it is a meaning of a meadow…"

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 13:19:05 -0400

“And the poem is not a poem: it is a meaning of a meadow…”

- Boris A. Novak, from “Poem” (via weissewiese)

"to be, and be nothing but light in the dark."

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 13:16:59 -0400

“to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.”

- Pablo Neruda, from “Carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon” (via weissewiese)

weissewiese: “Then I defy you, stars!” spoken by Romeo in ‘Romeo and Juliet’ (V, 1) by William...

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 13:15:09 -0400

weissewiese:

“Then I defy you, stars!”

spoken by Romeo in ‘Romeo and Juliet’ (V, 1) by William Shakespeare

vintagenatgeographic: Female beluga whale in Cunningham Inlet,...

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 13:13:43 -0400

vintagenatgeographic:

Female beluga whale in Cunningham Inlet, Canada

National Geographic | June 1994

weissewiese: by Michael Leunig published in The Sydney Morning...

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 10:32:10 -0400

weissewiese:

by Michael Leunig

published in The Sydney Morning Herald calendar (April 2012)

"Poetry makes possible the deepest kind of personal possession of the world."

Mon, 11 Mar 2013 08:33:07 -0400

“Poetry makes possible the deepest kind of personal possession of the world.”

- How to enjoy poetry (via explore-blog)

Self. Winter 2013

Sat, 02 Feb 2013 11:37:04 -0500

Self.

Winter 2013

Tea by the sea

Wed, 30 Jan 2013 23:01:05 -0500

Tea by the sea

Photo

Wed, 30 Jan 2013 22:52:47 -0500

One of these days, I’m going to get over my writer’s...

Wed, 30 Jan 2013 22:42:00 -0500

One of these days, I’m going to get over my writer’s block, but for now here are a few pictures from the past few weeks.

Your blog is breathtaking; I want to live inside it.

Fri, 25 Jan 2013 22:06:36 -0500

Thank you, that means a lot coming from you! If only I had half the talent for words that you do. I am in awe.

at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. -plato.

Fri, 25 Jan 2013 05:57:47 -0500

I like this. Are we exchanging love quotes?

This one’s a favourite:

“When I was your age, my grandfather bought me a ruby bracelet. It was too big for me and would slide up and down my arm. It was almost a necklace. He later told me that he had asked the jeweler to make it that way. Its size was supposed to be a symbol of his love. More rubies, more love. But I could not wear it comfortably. I could not wear it at all. So here is the point of everything I have been trying to say. If I were to give a bracelet to you, now, I would measure your wrist twice”.

one of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today. -dale carneige.

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 23:05:19 -0500

true story

That straw of frivolity, it might often appear to be one of apathy. Happy new year Ms. Tanya. I pray you are safe in Delhi

Sat, 05 Jan 2013 03:01:21 -0500

to each his/her own.

love is so short, forgetting is so long. -pablo neruda.

Sat, 05 Jan 2013 02:58:00 -0500

:) and oh, so painful. ouch

things like this make the world a better place.

Sat, 05 Jan 2013 01:48:00 -0500

do they? prettier, maybe. but better, i’m not so sure.