Day 5 (Catch Up): A Song That Has A New Meaning To Me Every Time I Heart It
My Forlorn Flight by Belladonna
(Source: Spotify)
"[Is there a single person on whom I can press belief? No sir. All I can do is say, Here’s how it went. Here’s what I saw. I’ve been there and am going back.] Make of it what you will."
- Leif Enger, from Peace Like a River (thanks, lovelikeavoice)
(Source: the-final-sentence, via lilacboudoirs)
"In the garden I shall die, in the rose-tree they will kill me, Mother I went to gather roses, looking for death within the garden. Mother I went cutting roses, looking for death within the rose-tree. In the garden I shall die. In the rose-tree they’ll kill me."
- (via deathgarden)
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I am in love.
The kiss of death.
This astonishing sculpture forms part of Barcelona’s Poblenou Cemetery. The Kiss of Death (El Petó de la Mortin Catalan and El beso de la muerte in Spanish) dates back to 1930. A winged skeleton bestows a kiss on the lips of a handsome young man: is it ecstasy on his face or resignation? Little wonder the sculpture elicits strong and varying responses from whoever gazes upon it.
(via esotericallyarcane)
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Der Geigende Tod- Death Playing the Violin -Frans Francken II ~17th century
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Day 4: A Song That Reminds Me Of Something Sad
O Children by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
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"Her eyelids were painted blue. When she closed her eyes the sea rolled in like ten thousand fiery chariots, leaving behind silence above & below a thousand years old. He stood beneath a high arched window, gazing out at fishing boats beyond the dikes, their nets unfurled, their offshore gestures a dance of living in bluish entourage. He was only the court’s chief jester. What he said & did made them laugh, but lately what he sometimes thought he knew could cost him his polished tongue & royal wig. He was the masked fool unmasking the emperor. Forget the revelation. Forget the briny sea. He had seen the ravishing empress naked in a forbidden pose. Her blue eye shadow. Aquamarine shells crusted with wormy mud. Anyway, if he said half of what was foretold, the great one would become a weeping boy slumped beneath the Pillars of Hercules."
- Yusef Komunyakaa, Omens (via cigrette)
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"How could she help being “like that” to look at? No one could accuse her of taking pains to impress. And she would, if she had the chance, have liked to take people by the scruff of their necks and make them see."
- Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
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(Source: another-death, via demystifyme)
"One wants to tell a story, like Scheherezade, in order not to die. It’s one of the oldest urges in mankind. It’s a way of stalling death."
- Carlos Fuentes (via booklover)
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