sweetcloudyday:

Scald Law from Allermuir Hill by ►►M J Turner Photography ◄◄ on Flickr.

"No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist."

"It is no accident that propels people like us to Paris. Paris is simply an artificial stage, a revolving stage that permits the spectator to glimpse all phases of the conflict. Of itself Paris initiates no dramas. They are begun elsewhere. Paris is simply an obstetrical instrument that tears the living embryo from the womb and puts it in the incubator. Paris is the cradle of artificial births. Rocking here in the cradle each one slips back into his soil: one dreams back to Berlin, New York, Chicago, Vienna, Minsk. Vienna is never more Vienna than in Paris. Everything is raised to apotheosis. The cradle gives up its babes and new ones take their places. You can read here on the walls where Zola lived and Balzac and Dante and Strindberg and everybody who ever was anything. Everyone has lived here some time or other. Nobody dies here…"

barefootmarley:

cannibalism in autumn

salvador dali

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That Night 

lhyneswords:

That night

when the owl was

tongueless

and the crickets were 

voiceless 

i heard his footsteps

echoed gently off the 

stone pavements,


I smiled when his fragrance

embraced my neck 
and
his beard brushed 
my
nervous lips;


That night

the dust motes danced

beneath the hanging lamps

and my heart was happy.

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