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I have spent many an hour, when I was younger, floating over its surface as the zephyr willed, having paddled my boat to the middle, and lying on my back across the seats, in a summer forenoon, dreaming awake, until I was aroused by the boat touching the sand, and I arose to see what shore my fates had impelled me to; days when idleness was the most attractive and productive industry. Many a forenoon have I stolen away, preferring to spend thus the most valued part of the day; for I was rich, if not in money, in sunny hours and summer days, and spent them lavishly …

– Henry David Thoreau –

Saintly ghost what was it anyway

Tingling down what was it anyway

Nevermind what was it anyway …

Soot me over

Feel me escape

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AU0IiziwvAA

Sonic Youth – Nevermind (What Was It Anyway)

do you want to know how to seduce the night?

this is not a poem about the stars or the moon

because we all know i have overused those terms and i believe with the abundance of anything brings with it a deadly exhaustion we all cannot afford.

if you truly want to fuck the night and i mean

fuck it hard and with purpose so that fucking

becomes making love and making love becomes forever then i suggest you get off your lazy ass and create art.

create it with your soul and your soul alone and do not be afraid of what spills out of it. no matter the absurdness or the darkness or the sadness just let yourself be free.

– Christopher Poindexter – Naked Human

Ph : Jan Cain

give me the world …

give me it raw and gleaming with truth.

i want the madness to twirl me around

until i can no longer stand.

i refuse to be drunk on a soft world.

the world is cruel,

my love,

you must understand that …

just because it is cruel

does not mean it is not beautiful.

– Christopher Poindexter – Naked Human

fall in love with expressing yourself.

it does not matter how you do it.

be silent until the world understands

the absence of noise is beautiful.

express whoever you are

because what you are is essential.

– Christopher Poindexter –

To forget is the secret of eternal youth. One grows old only through memory. There’s much too little forgetting.

– Erich Maria Remarque –

Ph : Paolo Roversi

It was a melancholy secret that reality can arouse desires but never satisfy them.

– Erich Maria Remarque –

Life did not intend to make us perfect. Whoever is perfect belongs in a museum.

– Erich Maria Remarque –

Whenever we proceed from the known into the unknown we may hope to understand, but we may have to learn at the same time a new meaning of the word ‘understanding.

– Werner Heisenberg –

Ph . Rodney Smith