My long-silent little corner of tumblr is a year old, today. I find this amazing; I have changed more in this last year than I could ever begin to express.
As “stopping and then starting up again” appeals, I considering posting here again. The rhythm I used before no longer suits, but there is much to be said for searching out a new one.
“Extraordinary beauty? Yes. But in a world where beauty is no premium. Where they have learned to accept that beauty does not last and to make the most of it while it’s here. A world where beauty uses its power in the light of this knowledge. A sad world. But never a lonely or a hopeless world. A world sad with the knowledge that time conquers, which is the only knowledge that conquers time. And sweet with that sadness.”
—Donald Windham, from “Rome.”
Art credit Cy Twombly, Scent of Madness, 1986.
"Stopping and then starting up again is of course what all writers do. It’s what any of us does: Finish this, pause, turn to that. Over time this repetition is one of those markers that cause us to say we are this, not that: EMS attendant, lawyer, car thief, cellist, novelist."
— Richard Ford, from Writers on Writing: Collected Essays from The New York Times
"But for that one instant, I concentrated on reaching the surface, feeling the water break across my face as I burst through it into the air to finally breathe on my own."
"Screw poetry, it’s you I want,
your taste, rain
on you, mouth on your skin."
"I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and knows that love is as strong as death, and be on my side forever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me."
— Jeanette Winterson, Oranges are Not the Only Fruit
"When I am with you, there is nowhere else I’d rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else."
"I guess each of us, at some time, finds one person with whom we are compelled toward absolute honesty, one person whose good opinion of us becomes a substitute for the broader opinion of the world."