"Yeats may have been carrying around in his head a kind of vastly complicated zodiac, a system for explaining the whole of human life and its history, but as he writes to her [his wife, Georgie] of calming down a hysterical devotee of the Golden Dawn, or discussing with the Indian mystic, Shri Purohit Swami, … Continue reading W.B. Yeats, Magus
What The Dog Perhaps Hears by Lisel Mueller
If an inaudible whistle
blown between our lips
can send him home to us,
then silence is perhaps
the sound of spiders breathing
and roots mining the earth;
it may be asparagus heaving,
headfirst, into the light
and the long brown sound
of cracked cups, when it happens.
We would like to ask the dog
if there is a continuous whir
because the child in the house
keeps growing, if the snake
really stretches full length
without a click and the sun
breaks through clouds without
a decibel of effort,
whether in autumn, when the trees
dry up their wells, there isn’t a shudder
too high for us to hear.
What is it like up there
above the shut-off level
of our simple ears?
For us there was no birth cry,
the newborn bird is suddenly here,
the egg broken, the…
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There is a force within that gives you life – Seek that.
In your body there lies a priceless jewel – Seek that.
Oh, wandering One, if you are in search of the greatest treasure,
don’t look outside. Look within, and seek That.~Rumi
Sometimes what seems like surrender isn’t surrender at all. It’s about what’s going on in our hearts. About seeing clearly the way life is and accepting it and being true to it, whatever the pain, because the pain of not being true to it is far, far greater.~ Nicholas Evans
The art of living is neither careless drifting on the one hand nor fearful clinging on the other. It consists in being sensitive to each moment, in regarding it as utterly new and unique, in having the mind open and wholly receptive. ~ Alan Watts
Existentialism: the responsibility of the individual to take hold of his or…
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The Death of Gods. Julian the Apostate came out in 1895 (Severny Vestnik, ##1–6); it opened the Christ & Antichrist trilogy and in retrospect is regarded as the first Russian symbolist novel. This publication made all the difference [...] Critics there were aplenty (most of them denouncing the author's alleged Nietzscheanity), but not one of … Continue reading The Death of the Gods – Julian the Apostate by Dmitry Merezhkovsky
I’ve started a new blog that some of you might enjoy, mostly quotes and poetry, with specially chosen artwork ~ Jaq
But I always liked side-paths, little dark back-alleys behind the main road – there one finds adventures and surprises, and precious metal in the dirt — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
Over a long period of time, I have collected little pieces of precious metal in the dirt…images and selected sayings, adventures and surprises that I would like to combine here on a regular basis, on this little side path from my Supersede blog. I hope people who find it will come to enjoy it as a still point of the the turning world.
Rue des Grands Carmes
Salted paper print from glass negative
"So what are the essays in Being Alive actually about? Well, they’re about skills like sawing and kite flying; about Chinese calligraphy, line drawing, Australian aboriginal painting, native Alaskan storytelling, spiders, the art of walking, the art of being in weather … But that isn’t the half of it. These essays are really about becoming. About … Continue reading A meshwork of interwoven lines