Showing posts with label artillery of words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label artillery of words. Show all posts
Friday, November 22, 2013
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Saturday, November 2, 2013
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Monday, October 14, 2013
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Friday, October 11, 2013
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Monday, October 7, 2013
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Werewolf
I could liken you to a werewolf, the way you left me for dead
But I admit that I provided a full moon...
-F.Apple
image via Little Red Riding Hood by Charles Perrault and Sarah Moon
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Hidden
I have never found a companion as companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men, than when we stay in our chambers. A man who is thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will...
- Henry David Thoreau
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Solitude
In the world of the
dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the
moment of preparation for living. They took place in solitude. But with
action came anxiety, and the sense of insuperable effort made to match
the dream, and with it came weariness, discouragement, and the flight
into solitude again. And then in solitude, in the opium den of
remembrance, the possibility of pleasure again.
-Anais Nin
image found here
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
A Brain is a Terrible Thing to Waste.
I could watch this woman talk for hours.
Amazing story, amazing neuroanatomist.
and a beautifully eloquent lesson in anatomy.
Monday, September 16, 2013
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