So whats the point dear, to build up what only breaks down. I’m leaving just as mixed up as when I got here.(via gravybronson)
Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems: Presence (via ravnen)
Is there a word — is there a face I know not of
that could perhaps explain?
No. No. All lies. I never needed an explanation.
I wanted the music. Craved it badly.
I treaded upon the echoes.
I found voicelessness and pursued it as well.
The thought is the lie, the sentiment recreates
I am here.
My mind is not doing the trick anymore.
I am here.
There goes your explanation.
It comes with a presence.
It is honest.
Brazilian artist Rafael Mantesso uses silly illustrations and props to create funny photos with his Bull Terrier, Jimmy. [via]
Previously: Artist Telmo Pieper Repaints His Own Childhood Drawings
a doodle about the current state of affairs
here is the deepest secret nobody knowsE. E Cummings, from “[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]” in E. E. Cummings: Complete Poems, 1904-1962 (Liveright, 1994)
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart