Wednesday, March 28, 2012

"I will be calm. I will be mistress of myself.” -Austen

Oh, Willoughby

“The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. I require so much!” -Austen

― Amitav Ghosh

“(He) was in love with the idea of revolution. Men like that, even when they turn their backs on their party and their comrades, can never let go of the idea: it's the secret god that rules their hearts. It is what makes them come alive; they revel in the danger, the exquisite pain. It is to them what childbirth is to a woman, or war to a mercenary.”


“Beauty is like a train that ceaselessly roars out of the Gare de Lyon and which I know will never leave, which has not left. It consists of jolts and shocks, many of which do not have much importance, but which we know are destined to produce one Shock, which does...The human heart, beautiful as a seismograph...Beauty will be CONVULSIVE or will not be at all.”

Frank Standford

Alsop review: "It was Lorca who noted that poets have to be able to use the image to fuse details of the infinitesimally small with astronomic intuitions."

“tonight the gars on trees are swords in the hands of knights
the stars are like twenty-seven dancing russians and the wind

M. Robinson

"Say that we are a puff of warm breath in a very cold universe. By this kind of reckoning we are either immeasurably insignificant, or we are incalculably precious and interesting. I tend toward the second view. Scarcity is said to create value, after all."

"Y is for Yorick"

The Sea, Ellman Fashion Design Gallery, Phoenix Art Museum

Go and see this exhibit now!

Bird visit

Maggie Smith, Desdemona

"If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me."


"And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray
In deepest consequence"

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Grow'd up

I started looking for you

I have phrases and whole pages memorized,
but nothing can be told of love.
You must wait until you and I
are living together.
In the conversation we'll have patient...then.


"Not Here"

There's courage involved if you want
to become truth. There is a broken-

open place in a lover. Where are
those qualities of bravery and sharp

compassion in this group? What's the
use of old and frozen thought? I want

a howling hurt.
This is not a treasury
where gold is stored; this is for copper.

We alchemists look for talent that
can heat up and change. Lukewarm

won't do. Halfhearted holding back,
well-enough getting by? Not here.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

“I see enormous loves growing immense and finally crushing me.”

“I am the most tired woman in the world. I am tired when I get up. Life requires an effort I cannot make. Please give me that heavy book. I need to put something heavy like that on top of my head. I have to place my feet under the pillows always, so as to be able to stay on earth. Otherwise I feel myself going away, going away at a tremendous speed, on account of my lightness. I know that I am dead. As soon as I utter a phrase my sincerity dies, becomes a lie whose coldness chills me. Don't say anything, because I see that you understand me, and I am afraid of your understanding. I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one! I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken through, and I no longer be the head and ruler of my universe. I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have to share my kingdom with you.” -Anais Nin


"The others looked at him. A gleam of sun through fleeting clouds fell on this hands, which lay now upturned on his lap. They seemed to be filled with light as a cup is filled with water. At last he looked up and gazed straight at the sun." -J.R.R. Tolkien

K. H.

“Neither earth nor ocean produces a creature as savage and monstrous as woman.” -Euripides

Bronte parsonage

June Miller

Wednesday, March 7, 2012


“Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains...”

F. Scott F.

Tender Is The Night

“One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or of the sight of an eye. We may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year, but if we should there is nothing to be done about it.” -F. Scott Fitzgerald

Nicole Diver

“The voice fell low, sank into her breast and stretched the tight bodice over her heart as she came up close. He felt the young lips, her body sighing in relief against the arm growing stronger to hold her. There were now no more plans than if Dick had arbitrarily made some indissoluble mixture, with atoms joined and inseparable; you could throw it all out but never again could they fit back into atomic scale. As he held her and tasted her, and as she curved in further and further toward him, with her own lips, new to herself, drowned and engulfed in love, yet solaced and triumphant, he was thankful to have an existence at all, if only as a reflection in her wet eyes.” ― Fitzgerald

Ida Rubinstein, ballerina and lover of Romaine Brooks

Romaine Brooks favorites