(via paganpoetry)
Signa // Verba
“
Um ângulo vivo
entre o teu corpo
e o meu olhar.
Uma geometria caprichosa
toda ela
alusões e desvios
no jeito
com que subvertes
as categorias
do espaço.
Um ritmo lunar
na respiração
e uma toada
de redenção
no som cavo da tua voz.
Há uma ciência oculta
na forma como
os teus lábios
entreabertos
aceleram o
o ar em volta.
Misteriosa embriaguez
esta urgência
de profanação
que avança
sorvendo
cada voluta do teu hálito.
Utopia da diluição
busca insana
do não-tempo.
“ We all have the tendency to struggle in our bodies and in our minds. We believe that happiness is possible only in the future. The realization that we have already arrived, that we don’t have to travel any further, that we are already here, can give us peace and joy. The conditions for our happiness are already sufficient. We only need to allow ourselves to be in the present moment, and we will be able to touch them. What are we looking for to be happy? Everything is already here. We do not need to put an object in front of us to run after, believing that until we get it, we cannot be happy. That object is always in the future, and we can never catch up to it. We are already in the Pure Land. We are already a Buddha. We only need to wake up and realize we are already here.
Thich Nhat Hanh (via amybreckenridge) (via fuckyeahzenmind) (via fundamentallife)
“ If we don’t invent a language, if we don’t find our body’s language, its gestures will be too few to accompany our story.
luce irigaray, when our lips speak together. (via igather)
“ Your memory is a monster; you forget — it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you — and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory…but it has you.
John Irving (via siamesecities) (via libraryland)
“ Saudade has been described as a ‘vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist … a turning towards the past or towards the future’. A stronger form of saudade may be felt towards people and things whose whereabouts are unknown, such as a lost lover, or a family member who has gone missing. It may also be translated as a deep longing or yearning for something which does not exist or is unattainable.
Saudade - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia (via feralnostalgia) (via ontheborderland) (via enormousair)
“ Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue to exist, a wonderful living side by side can grow up, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.
Rainer Maria Rilke in a letter to W. von Hulewicz (via predatorywaspobserver) (via crashinglybeautiful)
“ The inferno of the living is not something that will be; if there is one, it is what is already here, the inferno where we live every day, that we form by being together. There are two ways to escape suffering it. The first is easy for many: accept the inferno and become such a part of it that you can no longer see it. The second is risky and demands constant vigilance and apprehension: seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the midst of inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space.
Italo Calvino. (via andthenyouexplode)
“ one must be very naïve or dishonest to imagine that men choose their beliefs independently of their situation.
claude lévi-strauss, tristes tropiques, ch. 16 p.148 (1955) (via nosex)
“ Everywhere one seeks to produce meaning, to make the world signify, to render it visible. We are not, however, in danger of lacking meaning; quite the contrary, we are gorged with meaning and it is killing us.
Jean Baudrillard (via thingsgohazy)
sympathyfortheartgallery: iheartmyart: Liu Ye, International Blue, 2006, acrylic and oil on canvas 82 5/8 x 161 1/2 inches
“ We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
Kenji Miyazawa (via crashinglybeautiful)
